three cheerful insights on a saturday night at the bohemian
Of all the many genres of bad music possible there is no worse bad music than bad death metal. The cliches of the form are already foregrounded to redundancy in the best examples of the genre. When it is performed ineptly on a desolate night at my local an evening of old school torture at vlakplaas would be more fun.
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Another enormously depressing night out. Getting old is terrible without kids. The self simply isn’t enough to sustain itself.
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You can’t buy your way into youth culture.
October 29th, 2007 at 5:41 am
it’s a funny thing…my students don’t seem to realise how beautiful they are simply by virtue of their youth…about 90% of them are really astonishingly beautiful, but they don’t know it cause they’re insecure and unsure and trying to impress…but with every year the statistics are ticking away into the opposite direction and in twenty years only 10% of them will be beautiful and in 20 years after that, maybe only 1…but they don’t know it, yet…