quotes that make sense right now

"The moon has nothing to be sad about,

staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort thing.

Her blacks crackle and drag."

-from Edge by Sylvia Plath

"The guitar bled for about a week afterwards

And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berries

The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red

The guitar bled for about a week afterwards

But it rung out beautifully

And I was able to play notes that I have never even heard before

So I took my guitar

And I smashed it against the wall."

-Wasted Youth, Meatloaf

"she appears composes, so she is, I suppose

who can really tell?

she shows no emotion at all,

stares into space like a dead china doll."

-Waltz #2, Elliott Smith

Between the Bars, Elliott Smith

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I need to start an old-school thrashy punk band. I desperately hope old-school punk is coming back.

(hopinghopinghoping)