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rubylith
Fluffy-Esque
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 Posted - 04/21/2007 : 8:04:46 PM
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I was able to play this amazing guitar tonight. It's not mine..but..one day...I will own one. Amazing experience to say the least.
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Arthen
Alien Abductee
USA
4845 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2007 : 10:36:40 PM
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| I dig the beard. And that's one of those Gypsy guitars? |
Steve Hackett: "I'm my own opening act, you see."
Tim (before "Faceoff"): "Peace, love....and SEX!"
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dan p.
Alien Abductee
Uganda
3776 Posts |
Posted - 04/22/2007 : 12:31:30 AM
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get those fingers down, goddamn it!
seriously, though. neat guitar. |
death to false metal. |
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Infant Eyes
Try A Little Harder
USA
63 Posts |
Posted - 04/22/2007 : 1:39:46 PM
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| You should buy a vintage one. Oh and Dan is right, about the fingers. |
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rubylith
Fluffy-Esque
1915 Posts |
Posted - 04/22/2007 : 2:56:28 PM
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hahaha!
Yea the vintage ones are going for about $30,000 right now...
I was kidding this whole time, I don't actually play guitar. Big joke on all of you! hah!
I can't even begin to explain what playing that guitar meant to me. It's kind of like that J.R.R. Tolkein book coming out hahaha....EPIC!
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Ranting Thespian
Fluffy-Esque
USA
1283 Posts |
Posted - 04/22/2007 : 7:28:07 PM
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| They are very nicely made guitars. But they arn't my style. I hope you get one eventualy. You should check out elderly instruments, they have a bunch of those. |
Not communicating can hurt more than any word that can be said -
Nick
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dan p.
Alien Abductee
Uganda
3776 Posts |
Posted - 04/22/2007 : 8:47:13 PM
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| don't go dragging tolkien into your greasy fucking gypsy lifestyle. thou dare'st not say so, villian. for thy life. |
death to false metal. |
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Ranting Thespian
Fluffy-Esque
USA
1283 Posts |
Posted - 04/23/2007 : 04:02:29 AM
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The shadow where the Mewlips dwell
Are dark and wet as ink
And slow and softly rings their bell
As in the slime you sink
You sink into the slime, who dare
To knock upon their door
While down the grinning gargoyles stare
And noisome waters pour
Beside the rotting river-strand
The drooping willows weep
And gloomily the gorcrows stand
Croaking in their sleep
Over the Merlock Mountains a long and weary way
In mouldy valley where the trees are grey
By a dark pool's borders without wind or tide
Moonless and sunless, the Mewlips hide
The cellars where the Mewlips sit
Are deep and dank and cold
With single sickly candel lit;
And they count their gold
Their walls are wet, their ceilings drip;
Their feet upon the floor
Go softly with a squish-flap-flip
As they slide to the door
They peep out slyly; through a crack
Their feeling fingers creep
And when they've finsihed, in a sack
Your bones they take to keep
Beyond the Merlock Mountains, a long and lonely road
Through the spider-shadows and the marsh of Tode
And through wood of hanging trees and the gallows-weed
You go to find the Mewlips - and the Mewlips feed.
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Not communicating can hurt more than any word that can be said -
Nick
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After 5 years my dream guitar...
