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I Used To Be Into Music And Then Everybody Else Started Listening To It

On 31 Dec 2009, In "Blunt Force Trauma" by Blunt Rapture, by , No comments

                    I Used To Be Into Music And Then Everybody Else Started Listening To It   When I first pounded the keys at age 3, I wasn’t


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My Special Purpose

On 24 Nov 2009, In "Blunt Force Trauma" by Blunt Rapture, by , No comments

              My Special Purpose These  days, there are a lot more dead people than those alive.  And the numbers are increasing. Things were different back when ancient Egyptians were called mummies


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Poseurs and Beer Thieves

On 30 Oct 2009, In "Blunt Force Trauma" by Blunt Rapture, by , No comments

Poseurs and Beer Thieves We were all waiting for the band to play. The park was filled with lots of guys who should have kept their shirts on for another reason than it being October. The


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I Hate Amateur Critics

On 30 Sep 2009, In "Blunt Force Trauma" by Blunt Rapture, by , No comments

        I Hate Amateur Critics     Is there really anything new under the sun? Hasn’t everything worth saying already been said? Haven’t all musical notes already been played?   Radiohead: “Creep” IS


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The First Sentence is the Deepest

On 04 Aug 2009, In "Blunt Force Trauma" by Blunt Rapture, by , No comments

The First Sentence is the Deepest   I still haven’t begun to write this. I’m having a lot of trouble with the first sentence. Endings are pretty easy; I can end stuff all day. Nope, it’s


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Some of My Best Friends Are in Bands I Hate

On 30 May 2009, In "Blunt Force Trauma" by Blunt Rapture, by , No comments

Listen up and put on your hearing goggles: I know how all you goddamn little kids are always shoving crap into your eyes ears noses and mouths, the Fourth Meals dunked in Red Bull listening to


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The Underworld Whispers to Me

On 10 Feb 2007, In "Blunt Force Trauma" by Blunt Rapture, by , No comments

The angels have taught me their secret language. Birds land on my shoulders while wild tigers lick my face. I have torn the Veil and rolled the Boulder away. The bowels of this or any other


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