Moon Moon

i agree. because if you want to come back on you cantt have your account. plus its a dramatic exit (like mine) plus i was almost crying when i was told i couldnt have "young adolesent "back sad times

i actually hate the doctors so id rather come to yous first. im not afraid or anything i just dont like going. just like if im in pain i dont take tablets or anything i just take it. not that i dont like tablets. just dont want to take them. did you miss me?

mines has to be a 95 Korean squier loaded with Wilkinson pickups. i really regret selling it. this is the one guitar id give me soul for. i paid well over the top for it. a Johnson delta rose, line 6 spider 30 watt and 2 berghringer multi fx the action was really great with a smooth gloss rosewood neck, was a nice fat one too. played really similar to my neighbors tokai. the build quality was phenomenal. i was surprised to find a squier that good. had a fender bridge. and a solid body (not sure on wood but was good quality) the tuners were great no namers but it never went out of tune. i really couldn't say if the pickups were standard or added but they sounded bright but were perfect for my type of music. it was an arctic white with some light relicing. i never had it for that long but its regretable what i done. i sold it to someone on here in trade for; a guvnor electric guitar (gone) line 6 ux1 with ableton (gone) unfortunately the person i sold it too tried to put active pups in it. wired it wrong and set it on fire

it was a reply to teabags question. with a little added

The dwarf with his hands on backwards sat, slumped like a half-filled sack on tiny twisted legs from which sawdust might run, outside the three tiers of churches built in honour of St Francis, brother of the poor, talker with birds, over whom he had the advantage of not being dead yet. when i first read this poem, i really never understood it. but i've studied it for the last week. i've got to admit i love it A priest explained how clever it was of Giotto to make his frescoes tell stories that would reveal to the illiterate the goodness of God and the suffering of His Son. I understood the explanation and the cleverness. A rush of tourists, clucking contentedly, fluttered after him as he scattered the grain of the Word. It was they who had passed the ruined temple outside, whose eyes wept pus, whose back was higher than his head, whose lopsided mouth said Grazie in a voice as sweet as a child's when she speaks to her mother or a bird's when it spoke to St Francis.

Im back guys! I left but then things got lonely.... Plus a lot has happened since i left ( no new gear) vox fixed. I reztrung my guitars and got them set up properly Scootray. It was not your post that made me delete the account. This forum was starting to get boring. Your malicious comment had nothing to do with it. P.s i promise no dickish posts anymore. I wont jump into buying stuff and asking later either. Im also beyond trading gear now. I will save and buy from now on.