You may go if you wish. But remember this: walk away now and you walk away from your crafts, your skills, your vocations; leaving the next generation with nothing but recycled, digitally-sampled techno-grooves, quasi-synth rhythms, pseudo-songs of violence-laden gangsta-rap, acid pop, and simpering, saccharine, soulless slush.
domingo, 29 de junio de 2008
pagaria por...
Pagaria por que no se me caiga el agua del cepillo de dientes en el trayecto de la canilla a mi boca.
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