sadsmother:dead-letter-words:ucdeleeuw:noceans:SHRINE TO SPACE BASSThe finest aussie flowers for spa
sadsmother:dead-letter-words:ucdeleeuw:noceans:SHRINE TO SPACE BASSThe finest aussie flowers for space bass, freshly picked from the streets of Welland. R.I.P. You have served me so well space bass, yr life was cut all too short, by a broken neck. I’ll miss you. Yr poor action, yr super treble cut, yr flat radius and the bangers written on you. light a candle for our fallen heroWhen we played on your strings we also played on the surface of the moon, we played on and on, unaware that it was to be the last time we would play with such refined decrepitude. Space bass is dead, so hang a ribbon round it’s neck before placing it on the pyre, to float down the Torrens scum stream and into oblivion. Where once rooms trembled at its dissonant vibrations now there is only stillness, silence for a fallen comrade, felled before the first light of the flame of insurrection could touch its trampled neck. We will see you in hell space bass, for its the only place that heretics such as we can ever hope to rest. -- source link