LXXII. And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die. Lift not your hands to It for help--for It As impotently moves as you or I.

CURRENT MOON

Writing technical death metal songs is too fucking hard.

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Posted on January 28th at 10:10 AM
Tagged as: why do i bother?. loss of creativity.

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