Last night, I was packing up my stuff to move out of the aamptrent I'm being evicted from next week. I had my itunes library on shuffle while frantically organizing my shit, mentally checking off people I could rely on to help me move, since I don't have a car. Wondering whether I'd pass a credit check to move into another aamptrent with my step-brother and his girlfriend. Eventually, I had to stop packing and get ready for my overnight shift. As I'm getting ready for work, the intro to Completely Inevitable interrupts my preparations. Rather than listen to the whole thing, I stop it and decide to listen to all of Lions Write History while walking to work.I was out of the aamptrent complex and halfway through A Miracle when I started singing. 10,000 Years hits me like a drug. It obliterates the frustration, cuts right through the self-pity and hopelessness. Fuck the people watching me walk by, fuck the world staring at me. I sing harder. We sold our souls to rock and roll so that you could finally say we win. You've won. No matter what happens to you, you're immortal. You could stop making music completely and just disappear from existence forever. It wouldn't matter. Holy Fucking Shit: 50,000 and Completely Inevitable are burned into the back of my brain, and your voice will haunt my dying days. Deathconsciousness is the soundtrack to everything I've ever written. Nobody will ever top you. I will unwillingly measure every singer to your work. If you never ever sang again, it won't matter. You're already the best. Name a singer you know the name of. You're better. You've accomplished more than I will ever in my entire life. Everything's forgotten, nothing's redressed. I guess never knows best. If I ever have a movie made from my writings, The Big Gloom will be the end credits. I kid you not.So be happy. You've made at least one life worth living.

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