As dead as my earphones.

0915
24/05/07

Dearly Beloved,
We are gathered here to witness the passing of a good friend.

On this fateful morning of the twenty-fourth day of May, the year of two thousand and seven, my comrade, the creative in-ear earphones, while playing Psycroptic's Cruelty Incarnate, had been brutally tortured to death.

Let us not forget the glorious length of service this companion has clocked. And let us remember the good songs that i have listened to on it. And let us forgive it of the crappy, crappy songs it delivered to me.

We were all making our way to school. And when we were passing in between two parked pick-up trucks, my earphones caught the side of the truck and was ripped apart from solders connected to the jack. Its coppery entrails were hanging out of the black rubber tubing that withstood so many twisted and kinks.

Ah fuck.
Fuck fuck fuckitty fuck fuck fuck.

Time to get new earphones.
Dammit.