its nice having some nice rock and roll in the General Discussion forum... it's about time...
don't you think Kick...
don't you think Kick...
any !*^$#%n herb smokers left in these ruins?
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don't you think Kick...
I have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on in this thread.
I have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on in my head.
For what its worth (no Springfield now), I will be addressing this music challenge with a licensed professional, sometime following the coming dawn.
It is about the music. Herb just the excuse.
Once we loved the flowers
Now we ask the price of the land
Once we would take water
But now it must be wine
Now we've been
And now we've seen what price, peace of mind
Take a piece of my mind
While not quite as poetically deep (did I just write that?) as The Fountain of Lamneth, and not quite as structurally consistent as 2112, this 3rd, half-LP track, is worthy of the excursion.
Imagine if Homer (not Simpson) had written Childhood's End (contra A.C.C.).
No lyric of note comes to mind to quote.
Dionysus thought me mad.
Imagine if Homer (not Simpson) had written Childhood's End (contra A.C.C.).
No lyric of note comes to mind to quote.
Dionysus thought me mad.
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Love the closing, acoustic bit, there.
Words to scoff at, if from a self-help book, but sing it to me and here's my dollar.
Falsified. That half-LP blather.
Circumstances and The Trees fill up Side A of that 1978 release.
Editing burdensome.
Now, corrections, that's the proper path to humiliation.
Think I mentioned that pro, right?
Words to scoff at, if from a self-help book, but sing it to me and here's my dollar.
Falsified. That half-LP blather.
Circumstances and The Trees fill up Side A of that 1978 release.
Editing burdensome.
Now, corrections, that's the proper path to humiliation.
Think I mentioned that pro, right?
All good.
Small stuff is tough to evaluate without conceptualizing the large.
Fuck the large.
My false memory gaslighted this as instrumental.
Did I use that fart-phrase right?
I hope he doesn't say anything I'll regret.
Solid stoner piece, barring more falsities.
Small stuff is tough to evaluate without conceptualizing the large.
Fuck the large.
My false memory gaslighted this as instrumental.
Did I use that fart-phrase right?
I hope he doesn't say anything I'll regret.
Solid stoner piece, barring more falsities.
This BC Organic Fruit Loopz strain, by Simply Bare Organic, is dogshit.
Same fuckers sold me some Pineapple Fruz, more to my request, which still remains.
I guess my mouth gave the 'yay' on the trading option. caveat emptor
Same fuckers sold me some Pineapple Fruz, more to my request, which still remains.
I guess my mouth gave the 'yay' on the trading option. caveat emptor
Sun is pretending.
I should tour outside and see if assistant super is hanging around. She owes me a reliable building update, for recent herb favors.
I should tour outside and see if assistant super is hanging around. She owes me a reliable building update, for recent herb favors.
I need one more song, as my brain tries to clear away the clutter from the consideration that recently came to mind, which was (simply?) the fact that "marijuana," when pronounced inefficiently, sounds just like "marriage, you wanna?"
People seek shelter, here, from rather unthreatening weather imperfections. There's a good metaphor, or analogy, or whatever bs, in there somewhere, but I am rather looking forward to NHL vacation.
Oilers (3-1) at Stars, #5, ain't it?
Apathetic regarding line, guessing Stars small fave to continue series, and is fine with me, but McDavid is deserving of some hardware.
What am I doing? Don't even now have song in mind...
(as if that's...drop the puck...)
I can only vouch for the first 10 seconds of each following:
Not too humiliating. Top gazillion is a state of mind.
Oilers (3-1) at Stars, #5, ain't it?
Apathetic regarding line, guessing Stars small fave to continue series, and is fine with me, but McDavid is deserving of some hardware.
What am I doing? Don't even now have song in mind...
(as if that's...drop the puck...)
I can only vouch for the first 10 seconds of each following:
Not too humiliating. Top gazillion is a state of mind.
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NHL. I once (or thrice) thought that it would be teleologically consistent for the Oilers to win the Stanley Cup, in year X, with their transcendent #1 draft pick garnering the accomplishments that even the Random cannot deter, and then the immediate following year would be the Maple Leafs, with their own transcendent #1 pick from the very following year (15&16, though they lied about their age, officer), would finally complete the destruction of the pits of hell, by winning the Stanley Cup in my lifetime, and then peace on earth would inevitably follow.
That being forsaken, I dig some classic rock during my intermission.
That being forsaken, I dig some classic rock during my intermission.
Don't know how classic, but a personal digression sometimes does me, this track, which is fresh within but suffered through my promotion during Leafs farewell tour.
Good excuse is that these dudes grew up right close to where McDavid actually sowed whatever his bio claims. Richmond Hill, Ontario, Connor's bio states. Is Toronta. Anyone who tries to tell you otherwise is dealing with other grievances.
Good excuse is that these dudes grew up right close to where McDavid actually sowed whatever his bio claims. Richmond Hill, Ontario, Connor's bio states. Is Toronta. Anyone who tries to tell you otherwise is dealing with other grievances.
God is good.
I fear not a dry weekend, and current stone suggests such.
Trial and error with functional alcoholism erred on the side of mistrial.
Just suffering through a false positive of good vibrations. Some programmers are jesters and should comprehend, by now, that practice makes perflect.
I fear not a dry weekend, and current stone suggests such.
Trial and error with functional alcoholism erred on the side of mistrial.
Just suffering through a false positive of good vibrations. Some programmers are jesters and should comprehend, by now, that practice makes perflect.
