I don’t have time to write anymore and I feel so very sad about it. But I’m keeping on.
I think I am proud not to have ever been the pupil of anyone in learning guitar. None ever taught me anything. What I learned, I stole from others or was given to me from friends.
There she goes, looking like a star. With her body shaped, like a rock guitar.
There are songs you can’t seem to be able to forget. And you live with them forever. Periodically, they attack you. Like someone trying to kiss you even if you don’t want to.
This is not one of those songs.
I didn’t even like Slayer anyways, so I’m posting these without really meaning it. If any of you feels hurt because I give no fuck about some random guy dying, I hereby authorize you to laugh in my face when I realize that I do not NOT GIVE A FUCK about death in general, and I break down in tears when it strikes with anger the one I love most, or when it’ll come knock on my own door. Until then, I will go on thinking death should be danced.