Wars, Wars, And Rumors Of Wars

I took what I could get, and eventually it took the place of love.

Taking Back Sunday will always understand the motion of my atoms, and how to make them move just right.

Music is only good loud. There's just no way around it. It's literally like being a drug addict.

You hear it, and then you enjoy it. So you want more. You need it.

So you listen to more and more, until you found the one you like the most.

Then you find all the other one's kind of like the one you like.

And you try to get it as often as possible, because it makes you feel just right.

It knows how to get you on that level where everything was created with meaning, and knowledge is beautiful.

And without it you swear you're going to die. You need to have it to get you through your hard times.

You compromise with yourself just to have it, and it's so silly sometimes. Well, it's usually always silly.

(Ever start worrying when your Ipod's about to die, and then figure out when your gonna be able to drop it off to charge to have it for some other time that day. Like maybe a car ride or a doctors appointment.)

Well that's compromise. It's disgusting, but man, I have to have that music.

So that's my blog for today. It's like art to me.

This kind of looks like a Rorshach test if you get far back and squint your eyes.

-_- <--

Like that.

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