Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of
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Waltz To Oblivion – the Months of Their Scamdemic
As ample opportunities to laugh at failure abound, not just every week, but every day and every hour of the day, provided by giant minds
Saturday Jazz
“My life is music, and in some vague, mysterious and subconscious way, I have always been driven by a taut inner spring which has propelled
The Factory of Sadness Provides – The Months of their Scamdemic
The factory of sadness keeps good with its’ promise to provide endless sub-mediocrity, strife, apathy, discomfort, bunions, foot stench, hemorrhoids and irritable bowel syndrome to
How to Further F**k Ourselves by Listening to these Demons – The Months of their Scamdemic
The gods of shitfuckery are reeling; their plans for the mass destruction of as much life as possible is being shown for what it is,
The Apahty With Oxygen
Diving into the apathy smorgasbord of those who could care less how they are being reamed each day, the lolcows feast upon the latest offerings
Dispatches from the Asylum 