And in the choir I saw a sad messiah,
He was bored and tired of my laments, he said I died for you one time but never again.
I ran out of words to write in my blog. Incidentally, it means that I have been able to write a lot of synth pop. This is easily written if you pretend to be a troubled writer constantly tormented by the notes he writes. I'm not that bad yet, so I have to pretend.
And until I have 2 or 3 more songs to present, blogging is slow.
I ran out of words to write in my blog. Incidentally, it means that I have been able to write a lot of synth pop. This is easily written if you pretend to be a troubled writer constantly tormented by the notes he writes. I'm not that bad yet, so I have to pretend.
And until I have 2 or 3 more songs to present, blogging is slow.
posted by Hamish at
11:41 AM
5 Comments:
Hooray for synth pop and running out of words.
Actually running out of words is not so good.
I've run out of words lately and it's..... you know, it's... not good.
But synth pop is good.
Good synth pop.
Good synthpop good.
Running out of words bad.
That is all.
Word.
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