Amy Winehouse goes back to black. Duh.
Raw musical talent drawn up into the eye of a syringe and sucked into the stem of a pipe and shot back out in the form of the emaciated corpse of Amy Winehouse in some london apartment. Fuck. Another
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| Fucking hot when she wasn't shooting crack in her eyes. |
of 27, somehow that specific year of life somehow makes drugs stronger and more pure and you might catch a bad one and fuck your ass up and turn the color of a 10 mg Adderall: blue.
Even better, take a break and either gamble excessively or drink like a fish, skip doing drugs for a year and just grab your needles, pipes, and pills on your 28th birthday!
Safety first when you're getting high guys, remember.
Anyway, that horrible shit aside, what the fuck really is going on in the whole music thing? Is Dubstep really for 8th graders and Ketamine addicts only? Are the Black Keys as dope on Magic Potion as they sound? Does hip-hop still even exist? Is Lady Gaga someone you would recognize if you heard a song? You're fucked if you answered yes.
Good music is the following. Listen closely:
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and for Amy:
Cause every junkie's like a setting sun...
PEACE TO: Chris, Jim, Kurt, Jimi, Janis, Elvis, Brad, Brian, Amy, and every other talented human being taken out of the game at ANY AGE from fucking narcotics/liquor/violence. We still love you through your music and art, will love you forever for exposing your souls so we could feel better and more alive. One love.
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