Sunday, 11 October 2009

Its my stuff so sod off you grotty little wanker.

Is the no respect for property nowadays. My stuff is all I have so why cant people respect that. Im not refering to the shirts because thats an game that keeps Amy amused and therefore not bothering everybody. Im talking about my bastard little bro. He just wants to touch and piss me off. My guitar is the possesion i care about most, so why cant he leave it alone, hes already caused some damage, and I swear I'll cause him a great deal of discomfort if it becomes broken. Its the last thing inatimate thing I feel attached to, I could live without a wii or a laptop, but my guitar is fundamental to most of my time, without it I just would have nothing, its my last link to creativity and I am not going to lose that link or what becomes of it. If only the demon spawn would leave it be.

Its the line in the sand. The last retreat. If only it wasnt down to this...

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