its comin over you.
Until this day I do not truly believe I have fully understand my capacity for mayhem.
Blaze of glory. And what a blaze it shall be. A glorious one.
You could've been watching Advent Children until you cried. Like me.
This brings me to my next point (not really), that people who label music need to get bent. Base your opinions on each band/song's individual merit, not because the band/song is "post-punk-emocore". This is why I'm better than you. I listen to everything ranging from Tool to Tori Amos, from Arch Enemy to Linkin Park, from Pantera to Maroon 5, from The Killers to Nobuo Uematsu, from Bon Jovi to System Of A Down, from Pink Floyd to Nightwish....you get the point. (I hope you get the point.) I don't even hate classical music. Just about everyone who even has an ALMOST similar musical taste to me says "but I hate all rap and classical music". What's wrong with classical music? I mean, I don't own any "classical" CDs, or frequently listen to "classical" songs, but isn't it ignorant to discredit an entire branch of music based on an ambiguous label? There's good and bad "classical" music, just like there's "good and bad" metal and "good and bad" rap.
Another thing: I don't like a lot of rap, based not on the genre, but on the fact that the vast majority of rap I've heard has been unappealing to me. But I still listen to rap songs and judge them based on their individual merit rather than their "genre".
Man I'm perfect. If more people were like me, there'd be a lot less hate because I love me, and everyone else should too.
Lest they face disembowelment.
SWEET TITTYFUCKING JESUS CHRIST IN A BUCKET.
when situtations fail.
i could go on forever, but redundancy doesn't seem appealing tonight.
reality is a function that i don't use anymore.
and today is dark. contrast kills.
initial decision: you can’t save the world.
primarily for the reason that people never change. despite the promises, despite the broken habits, there are always constants that exist. it’s all equation.
she’s beautiful. she’s one of those people who never takes a bad picture and he loves her. that’s his constant. that is where he feels safe.
i could go into three years of surfacing detail, but that would be tedious.
oh man.
imtired.
Gash.
Blaze of glory. And what a blaze it shall be. A glorious one.
You could've been watching Advent Children until you cried. Like me.
This brings me to my next point (not really), that people who label music need to get bent. Base your opinions on each band/song's individual merit, not because the band/song is "post-punk-emocore". This is why I'm better than you. I listen to everything ranging from Tool to Tori Amos, from Arch Enemy to Linkin Park, from Pantera to Maroon 5, from The Killers to Nobuo Uematsu, from Bon Jovi to System Of A Down, from Pink Floyd to Nightwish....you get the point. (I hope you get the point.) I don't even hate classical music. Just about everyone who even has an ALMOST similar musical taste to me says "but I hate all rap and classical music". What's wrong with classical music? I mean, I don't own any "classical" CDs, or frequently listen to "classical" songs, but isn't it ignorant to discredit an entire branch of music based on an ambiguous label? There's good and bad "classical" music, just like there's "good and bad" metal and "good and bad" rap.
Another thing: I don't like a lot of rap, based not on the genre, but on the fact that the vast majority of rap I've heard has been unappealing to me. But I still listen to rap songs and judge them based on their individual merit rather than their "genre".
Man I'm perfect. If more people were like me, there'd be a lot less hate because I love me, and everyone else should too.
Lest they face disembowelment.
SWEET TITTYFUCKING JESUS CHRIST IN A BUCKET.
when situtations fail.
i could go on forever, but redundancy doesn't seem appealing tonight.
reality is a function that i don't use anymore.
and today is dark. contrast kills.
initial decision: you can’t save the world.
primarily for the reason that people never change. despite the promises, despite the broken habits, there are always constants that exist. it’s all equation.
she’s beautiful. she’s one of those people who never takes a bad picture and he loves her. that’s his constant. that is where he feels safe.
i could go into three years of surfacing detail, but that would be tedious.
oh man.
imtired.
Gash.