Well.. i play the guitar and scream. Occasionally words form sentences or even mere fragments of mind and those form lyrics/poems whatever you want to call them. i need a band but i live too far south in the mid u.s. for metal vibes to thrive properly and too far from the center of town to know any local musicians. So i guess i'm temporarily fucked. But the guitar is addictive and my throat is already blistered and calloused like the bottoms of exhausted feet, so hey, whatever. Metal is still awesome. i've seen passions slip away before, but this one still dilates and even convulses as spare time is exchanged. My guitar never leaves these absent hands. Screaming has become a second language. So if you live near and you play metal then a tasty sandwich we could make together.
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