dear thinking out loud diary,
hum, if thinking out loud is talking, then when you sing- you're singing someone elses thoughts, and that is brainwashing to the furthest extent- repetition to a tune. and then to make people buy your thoughts as well, and pay money to learn your words, how ingenious is that shit- shamwow- that's amazing. ima pirate. i march to the beat of my own drum. bang bang bang. new music is weird and i don't understand it much. i like the old music i can relate to. the kind you don't have to have been molested to understand the lyrics. wrist slasher music hurts my ears. crybaby country is good- the old kind- im prolly the only one left who could listen to patsy cline, crystal gayle, and tammy wynette across country- oh and juice newton on top of the mountain- hail yeah- pedal to the metal- emmylou harris all night long. yep, that's me. but if you was to get me in the sky- id need some tim easton, shawn mullins, neil diamond, cake, and i dunno- scorpions or something- oh and sammy hagar and black sabbath. duh. but then i'd be needin the little river band and the eagles if i were walking anywhere- and pink floyd if i was gettin a tooth pulled- as i recommend comfortably numb to everyone having their wisdom teeth removed, makes for easy listening- and at my funeral id like the cranberries to be softly playing- i used to be simply mad about the song 'linger.' i think i could write a good rap song, i change the words to all of them. i wont get into that now. but trust me i do.
hum, if thinking out loud is talking, then when you sing- you're singing someone elses thoughts, and that is brainwashing to the furthest extent- repetition to a tune. and then to make people buy your thoughts as well, and pay money to learn your words, how ingenious is that shit- shamwow- that's amazing. ima pirate. i march to the beat of my own drum. bang bang bang. new music is weird and i don't understand it much. i like the old music i can relate to. the kind you don't have to have been molested to understand the lyrics. wrist slasher music hurts my ears. crybaby country is good- the old kind- im prolly the only one left who could listen to patsy cline, crystal gayle, and tammy wynette across country- oh and juice newton on top of the mountain- hail yeah- pedal to the metal- emmylou harris all night long. yep, that's me. but if you was to get me in the sky- id need some tim easton, shawn mullins, neil diamond, cake, and i dunno- scorpions or something- oh and sammy hagar and black sabbath. duh. but then i'd be needin the little river band and the eagles if i were walking anywhere- and pink floyd if i was gettin a tooth pulled- as i recommend comfortably numb to everyone having their wisdom teeth removed, makes for easy listening- and at my funeral id like the cranberries to be softly playing- i used to be simply mad about the song 'linger.' i think i could write a good rap song, i change the words to all of them. i wont get into that now. but trust me i do.
