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The orchestra of tears and wails, the never ending bass of stomping feat of lead weight. Crying out and yelling, tantrums of epic proportions.
This is all battled by my loud opera singing slash failing in the kitchen as I clean dishes. My dog tries to help by howling as loud as he can, but even he cannot combat the two monsters above our apartment. Soon though, I will burst and there will be such a cacophony of screaming that long dead gods will awaken and say, "The Fuck is That?!"
Doomsday approaches, young satan spawn. It approaches with the riff of a guitar and the shrill notes of a alto soprano gone wrong.
This is all battled by my loud opera singing slash failing in the kitchen as I clean dishes. My dog tries to help by howling as loud as he can, but even he cannot combat the two monsters above our apartment. Soon though, I will burst and there will be such a cacophony of screaming that long dead gods will awaken and say, "The Fuck is That?!"
Doomsday approaches, young satan spawn. It approaches with the riff of a guitar and the shrill notes of a alto soprano gone wrong.
