And Fuck off with whatever music you like.
Who gives a shit?
Who cares?
It’s medicine, lotta flavors,
It’s not like I go to people in North Carolina
“Check out this Swedish prog rock”
Nah, that’s stupid.
Music is for you and there are no rules.
Judgement from others, but who gives a shit?
Really though.
Drawing identity boundaries within musical categories might be the dumbest shit I’ve witnessed out of your species.
(Try that sentence again?…)
Alright.
It’s really dumb.
People glomming together .
For a “scene”.
Dumb.
“I’m this type of person, so i listen to this“
That’s dumb shit.
There’s no rules.
-Fuck what ya heard.
My side mirrors flap like a fucking bird- ludacris
I don’t feel bad about eating birds.
You ever watch one? like, really watch one?
A turkey? A chicken?
Birds..
They’re not like the others man, they got no, they got no thought process goin man, there’s nothing there.
Dino instincts.
Nobody’s home.
Nobody is home..
An animal on autopilot.
I don’t think there’s any birds in the afterlife, because you couldn’t tell the difference. They’re just doing bird stuff..like a background program, living bird lives, making bird families, pushing enemy eggs out of their nests..
Which is a dick move btw..
Pushing the eggs out of your enemies nest.
Their house.
I think blue jays do that?
Maybe I should feel bad about eating birds, I don’t know…
Carry that thought and you’ll feel bad about eating plants.
Birds are just birds.
I said it.
Birdssssss.
Eat em
There’s too many ppl on the planet??
Birds..we got plenty o birds.
Feed all of em.
Plenty of food…
Save the world with birds.
Have eggs for breakfast.
Abandon your life. Be a bird.
I hope I get my head smashed in with a hammer, I’ve being hearing about it a lot.
It’s way more popular than you thought!
Think about, perfect little weapon,,physics.
Heavy object, fulcrum, lever??
Handle, wap, holes in your skull.
I hope somebody knocks a hole in it, and while I’m still alive, they swing the claw end directly into the open hole. Pry my skull apart like you’re pulling a nail from a beam.
Get some air on the ole brain.
Somehow I survive, but I have no top half of my skull.. lotta hats.
On the plus side, oxygen now flows freely into my brain, Everything is alright and I’m completely fixed.
Yahtzee.
Half skull,
Crunch, rip, shattered, pry.
Bone fragments, that sound of bone.
Breaking, dense.
Not hollow, not a pop, like bird bones,
Deep.
Lower frequencies,, solid bone.
Yeah, a lotta people been killin with hammers for a really long time.
Who knew?
Some caveman shit holding the top spot.
(Guns)
Oh yeah,, holding a high spot on the murder weapon chart.
Hammers.
Tried and true.
Tested..
You’re supposed to annunciate your words.
I know.
Hammer might help.
Perfect speech after the top half of your skull is removed.
I hope it’s a hammer
dawn 