*plug in the magic amplifier and pluck
me some tunes out of thin airrr*
-introoo-
Revolving guitars in my head...
in my head...
in my head..
-strums to an oscillating beat and
shifts from chord to chord-
Speak to me...
In gasping breaths...
If you have a damn gun between your teeth
Can you still speak fluently you bitch?
-power chord-
Now you're dead.
-power chord-
Now you're dead..
-POWEEERR CHORDD-
NOW YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!!!
-soft drum beats of indie musicality
quickly shifting to a fortissimo of brutality-
Embalm me with fire.......
Argh no no no no no no no no no...
NO!!!!
IT FUCKING BURRRNSSS!!!
-the underlying bass line which started minutes ago
was menacingly grim, like the fingers which plays it-
I regurgitate a mouthful of la-la's
And moan like thousands of children crying
Damn! My innards were dying
-And the instruments swoon to the metronome
of destruction...and they are in harmonic acid-
-hmmmm.........acid-
*and I smack my lips with satiation spiked with supression*
I've always wanted to destroy something so pure and beatiful...
© 2006 Tetch de la Cruz
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