Jan 29, 2017
an assorted collection of my favorite minecraft screenshots from over the years
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an assorted collection of my favorite minecraft screenshots from over the years
Krewchat: Working on Thanksgiving
BigEd45: all I got was 10 hours of fuck life and the occasional nice preppy girl to look at in between all the mouth breathing scumfucks
Kramer: I know right
Kramer: life isn't fair
Kramer: I'm out here making double overtime pay to get flirted with by drunk girls with pierced nipples and see-through shirts in a nice quiet store for 5 hours and 45 minutes
Kramer: and you're there getting the usual for 10 hours at shitfuck burger king on thanksgiving
BigEd45: this did not make me feel better
BigEd45: unsurprisingly
Descendents style.
Song idea. Check it.
Did you ever hear the story about Ragnar Homsar? Did you ever hear how motherfucking far he would go
with the petting zoo out back, animals in his crack
and he’s smoking crack as well
just don’t ever tell mommy and DADDY
they’d be so ashamed of Petey
they know better than that
don’t act like you’re black
he’s looking out for the gays
he’s got an agenda
he’s got pamphlets
he’ll share them
he’s got info you don’t know
he knows so much more than you’ll ever care to
and he understands that
but he talks still
FUCK HIM.
I started writing a new song. This is just the rough vocal demo idea i’m rolling with. Gotta get my guitar out and start riffing around next.
Lyrics:
Familiar tones
wafte through the air No longer alone or so full of dispair memories like lightening her smile, her touch he strums the guitar she's gone, it's been months you were in my grasp so close. A mis step, a mudslide you fled from my side and now I sit here alone with your shadow. And though my self hate has drowned out any hope i'm brought back to that time by these notes old CD's and LP's, from boxes buried long ago acoustic, nostalgic, resurgence of feelings unknown
I've got stockholm syndrome and my jailer is regret. Memories hold me at gun point but also shelter me and keep me fed. I'm jailed in my heart, locked inside my brain. I'd shed a tear but I can't I've become pain.
New song I wrote about our old buddy.
A little song I wrote about an old pal and his love of nature.