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Wednesday, September 19


SHRED THIS
Just a few hours ago I got inexplicably annoyed by someone playing an out-of-tune guitar (along with a tuned one, which made it all the worse) persistently like nothing was wrong. Much akin to someone dragging their nails across the back of my skull (and I don't necessarily mean fingernails); my involuntary wincing did nothing to quell the noise. While I'm sure there are more complex layers of God-knows-what hidden beneath my enigmatic surface that would suffice to explain this, as of now – yes, the tuneless guitar playing has left me incredibly pissed off. (I am no audiophile.)

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