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As much as one wants to appreciate the beauty of a thing, all luster fades when it is presented at a wrong time and is forced upon
-theory of why things become ugly.(i invented this!)
like this, for example. one tuesday night when my body has had it, my father comes home with the dvd of the concert we went to a year and a hgalf ago.. Cool, huh. Wait, there’s more. he came home at twelve. in the evening. no, morning. no evening. no, don’t bother. and he wants me to become a song lead one day, which is kind of like the frontman of the band, so in effect, i had to watch it with them and manage not to fall asleep. Watching it, for one, as i said a while ago is fine. But, given the time it was forced upon me, just made it lose all the coolness factor in it. This, i know, sound like a rant in itself, but it is nothing but an opinion written by restless hands due to a mouth clamped shut. Not to mention a heavy heart due to the circumstances. plus another ton of weight dropped on it by failed compromise. My hands are still at it, but the concert proper is now on playback. BEEP
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