painter's radio
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Music is here for me. It doesn't matter so much what happens elsewhere when out in this world. I come home alone and no one can tell me what to listen to. I can't thank enough the people who write brilliant music. Those gifted, blessed with voices and vision, those cursed with addictive personalities and mental torment. Be arrogant, be selfish and unkind, be whoever the **** you are, just keep making music for suicidal, depressed shitbags like me to find something to live for. For without you, music, I'm nothing.
No one likes music as much as me. I don't care what you think, you just don't. If you see this as a challenge, then I probably love you. Or you're at least worth loving. Get off my music! Touch that jukebox and I'll slice you open like a can of plumbed tomatoes. And give you bearded kisses. What I mean is: bronotsaurus. I mean, what I mean is, you are great. I just hate to love and love to hate in a contradictory face of grinning and smiling so hard at everything beautiful in the world that it's unbearable. Beautiful things kill me, they hurt a lot.
No one likes music as much as me. I don't care what you think, you just don't. If you see this as a challenge, then I probably love you. Or you're at least worth loving. Get off my music! Touch that jukebox and I'll slice you open like a can of plumbed tomatoes. And give you bearded kisses. What I mean is: bronotsaurus. I mean, what I mean is, you are great. I just hate to love and love to hate in a contradictory face of grinning and smiling so hard at everything beautiful in the world that it's unbearable. Beautiful things kill me, they hurt a lot.