Hi, I hate things and I'm of legal age.
I like music though, that's pretty cool.
Punk Rock, Anarchy, Folk Punk, Cassettes and vinyl and kind of shit yeah, I'm sad.
Please talk to me
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da - The Beatles
“I AM FUCKING STONED!” John Lennon bellowed from the top of the stairs. He had chosen to make his entrance through the upstairs door, presumably so that he could quickly gain the attention of the three startled Beatles below. Swaying slightly, he continued, waving his arms for emphasis.
“I am more stoned than you have ever been. In fact, I am more stoned that you will ever be! And this,” Lennon added with a snarl, “is how the fucking song should go.”
Unsteadily, he lurched down the stairs and over to the piano and began smashing the keys with all his might, pounding out the famous opening chords that became the song’s introduction.