>>> hey I live in the western world and have been poverty stricken most my life due to circumstance not choice, I still dream of being able to afford a real fendor or gibson or a proper inpiring life style, but I'm trapped in this dirt bag town full of inbred white trash hillbillies with 3 word voacabularies(all profanity) with appreciation for only one song poorly played by some drunken sack, "nothing else matters". Sorry, I am at the end of my inpiration too, been scaping the bottom of the barel too long. My motto every morning as I listen to chainsaws blasting, neighbors still fighting from the night before, rattle bag red neck trucks, logging trucks, and police sirens, and the usual schizophrenic frenchman threatening people in the street for no reason,...IS STILL I RISE, STILL I RISE.
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Also another point: I guess you live somewhere in the western world. Think how many possibilities and resources you have and how luckier than, us the "non-humans" inhabiting the eastern part of europe. Just an example -- if I want to buy a Fender or Gibson(assuming prices around 1200$) I would have to spend my whole yearly income on it(no eating or drinking)
>>> hey I live in the western world and have been poverty stricken most my life due to circumstance not choice, I still dream of being able to afford a real fendor or gibson or a proper inpiring life style, but I'm trapped in this dirt bag town full of inbred white trash hillbillies with 3 word voacabularies(all profanity) with appreciation for only one song poorly played by some drunken sack, "nothing else matters". Sorry, I am at the end of my inpiration too, been scaping the bottom of the barel too long. My motto every morning as I listen to chainsaws blasting, neighbors still fighting from the night before, rattle bag red neck trucks, logging trucks, and police sirens, and the usual schizophrenic frenchman threatening people in the street for no reason,...IS STILL I RISE, STILL I RISE.
>>> hey I live in the western world and have been poverty stricken most my life due to circumstance not choice, I still dream of being able to afford a real fendor or gibson or a proper inpiring life style, but I'm trapped in this dirt bag town full of inbred white trash hillbillies with 3 word voacabularies(all profanity) with appreciation for only one song poorly played by some drunken sack, "nothing else matters". Sorry, I am at the end of my inpiration too, been scaping the bottom of the barel too long. My motto every morning as I listen to chainsaws blasting, neighbors still fighting from the night before, rattle bag red neck trucks, logging trucks, and police sirens, and the usual schizophrenic frenchman threatening people in the street for no reason,...IS STILL I RISE, STILL I RISE.