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Oh, lord. I feel like hammerd shit on a cracker. And I can't find my preamp. Just ordered another pickup, and I'm planning to order a Marshall combo amp-speaker, Boss distortion and dual octave pedals tomorrow. But where the fuck is my preamp? Goddammit. And I've been up far too long. And I've smoked far too many cigarettes. And I've taken far too much neurontin. I want to take a klonopin to go to sleep, but I'm afraid of combo-OD. So I suppose I'll just let the N do its job.
By the way, the song Atlantic City by East River Pipe is fucking awesome. Oh, hell yeah. Gonna make a million tonight.
Well, my momma loved me, but she's blind and she couldn't see
that my daddy beat me every day so mercilessly.
And once you're mind's in pieces, does it just get worse?
I keep traveling these highways in a long black hearse...
I don't want to admit it, but baby, I was your curse, yeah I was your curse....
Atlantic City, take it all away.
By the way, the song Atlantic City by East River Pipe is fucking awesome. Oh, hell yeah. Gonna make a million tonight.
Well, my momma loved me, but she's blind and she couldn't see
that my daddy beat me every day so mercilessly.
And once you're mind's in pieces, does it just get worse?
I keep traveling these highways in a long black hearse...
I don't want to admit it, but baby, I was your curse, yeah I was your curse....
Atlantic City, take it all away.