Between the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth.
July 11, 2011 § Leave a comment
“And when times comes to claim me my friends and my family will gather around my grave, and pretend that they knew me and love me and miss and all call me by my first name.” -The Trees get wheeled away – Bright Eyes
If I knew what I wanted to hear I would have said it, quietly, to myself by now. I’m afraid this is going to be another of those piss poorly constructed posts. Fuck, when did I become so self-indulgent. Oh well, if I don’t give a fuck then no one will. Literally no one. The poor attendance will be noted by the priest. When did I get so morbid. Shit. I thought I was over this. These thoughts. Thank god I’m not drunk else this mood would be kicking me about. Sorry, loyal readers, for subjecting you to this. The fair-weather reader has turned off my sadness. As would I if I had a switch. Click.