two thousand seventeen

I guess it's not just my taste in clothing that has hit a modernistic dead- end and fluctuated backwards in a quick rush of a decade or three. In fact, lately I find myself re-living cinematic phenomenons such as the revolution of Heath Ledger, and The Breakfast Club, and singing iconic lyrics like 'life in the fast lane' and 'Bye, bye Miss American Pie.' Because in reality, it was the day songs were no longer about purpose, love or peace, and began the downwards spiral towards 'doof, doof' that the music truly died.





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