SSS: THE RIFF WHICH ELEVATED THE RIFF-RAFF

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always exhausted, but you know all that. plopped on the couch bed in my room was the tv flickering on or off? or was i coming out of a dream? or the dream within a dream. all of a sudden i'm watching Japanizi: Going, Going, Gong! at first i was like "da fuk?" but then i was all "okay, i get it, it's pretty clever actually, pretty well-done" and i went back to snore to wake up in the dream world. huge-ass bowl of nondescript vanilla ice cream. it's morning, time for my night shower. i shaved my head yesterday, my frizzy head of hair was getting into weeds territory, and yet when i do finally do the deed, there's not much hair on the white floor, just scraps, little bits of scraggly pieces, i'm wondering if i could wait to do it once every two months, or perhaps never shave it again, let it grow out forever until i get that nasty scruffy beard instead of that beautiful long flowing beard the other monks have, that will prevent me from fulfilling my destiny and by destiny i mean monastic destiny and by the deed i mean living. i will go on living forever because i'm in a box praying and because my beard will grow forever until it touches the white floor of realization and stops. after the bath, i forgot to bring new boxer shorts in with me, should i just go commando the rest of the day? no, i have things to do tonight: go to the bathroom, take a bath, the deed. i don't want to fall asleep, because it's always the same painful thing: a new million-dollar guitar riff pops into my head, it plays around in my head in a perfect symphony, its harmony is precise, its ringing is clear, and the most important thing, it's an original song. then i wake up and forget it, and my dreams of being the next Billy Corgan are dashed. if only i could remember those riffs, i need a tape recorder by my bed, i need a tape recorder in my head, one day i will remember the riff, i will remember it, i will remember my wasted life, i will churn out an original song that competes with the likes of

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