My perfect death would probably be, telling my story through my guitar in a instrumental jam at the end of a concert I'm doing. Marshall amps behind me. I look into the crowd & notice my mom. She looks at me soo proudly. Then as I finish with a slow & haunting version of 'The Breeze and I'. Suddently I faint and slowly lean and fall to the floor backwards, Unconscious. Then I pass away, and once I pass - My guitar randomly dies out. Then bursts into sparks and flames and shit.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The perfect death
My perfect death would probably be, telling my story through my guitar in a instrumental jam at the end of a concert I'm doing. Marshall amps behind me. I look into the crowd & notice my mom. She looks at me soo proudly. Then as I finish with a slow & haunting version of 'The Breeze and I'. Suddently I faint and slowly lean and fall to the floor backwards, Unconscious. Then I pass away, and once I pass - My guitar randomly dies out. Then bursts into sparks and flames and shit.
My perfect death would probably be, telling my story through my guitar in a instrumental jam at the end of a concert I'm doing. Marshall amps behind me. I look into the crowd & notice my mom. She looks at me soo proudly. Then as I finish with a slow & haunting version of 'The Breeze and I'. Suddently I faint and slowly lean and fall to the floor backwards, Unconscious. Then I pass away, and once I pass - My guitar randomly dies out. Then bursts into sparks and flames and shit.
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