NEVER RETURN TO YOUR ROOTS. Do it at home with your band mates. Record it even. Then throw it in the freakin drawer and call it a night. Then next time you get together you can reminisce like an inside joke. “Remember when we...that was cool, right?” And someone will speak up or slap him in the face or he’ll just wake up from The diluted fantasy of it all. Trash talk or trash. My vote is trash. Not worth the water off your cup. It will just leave a bigger stain, that’s all. Like the one on my heart. Hehehe. (So cheesy)
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what, on earth did you just write there?
Who Knows. No coffee yet. spilled it all over the place. forgot to put cup under the Kurieg. Dogs asking for attention. It was a ramble. sorry..