>start listening to a tune
>turns out it's a ditty
>start listening to a record
>turns out it's an album
>>61435482
>start looking at a picture
>realize it's a photograph
>laugh
>start listening to music
>turns out it's trash
>>61435463
>listen to a piece
>it's actually a song
>>61435463
>sgt peppers and smile
>>61435463
>listen to a track titled "Instrumental"
>it's actually a song
>>61435545
>listen to a track titled "Song"
>it's an instrumental
>>61435463
>read composition
>it's actaully just a jingle
Holy fuck this makes me so mad
>open this thread
>turns out it's shit
>start listening to a jam
>turns out it's not mine, but someone else's
>start listening to a banger
>turns out it's a romper stomper
>>61435597
>expecting something different
Jokes on you bud
>Listen to david bowie
>death grips synths start playing
>be human
>stop existing
>click on /mu/
>it's actually /tv/
>log into 4chan account
>turns out all boards are shit
Same as usual I guess
>starts listening to a song
>it's a jam
It was a dark and stormy night. This seems cliché perhaps. I cannot tell in truth if the weather was a natural occurrence in and of itself, or something darker - an imagining, a reflection of my most terrible mood in those mournful hours. Dusk had set in with a frightening intensity. The hallowed paws of the night had grasped the streets around my decrepit apartment with a ravenous hunger. Looking at the empty streets from my rain-battered window, it felt as if there was nothing at all beyond that ink-abyss, that chasm of reality which lay just outside the warmth and safety of my abode. Or so I thought. For I was soon taken by a delirious and insane desire which I shudder even now to relate. I felt a horrendous movement of matter inside my very being, and I knew what I could not bare to say would occur that night with or without my bidding.
I needed to poop.
Without a moment's hesitation - perhaps the clarity I would have needed to reconsider these detestable actions, I rushed to the water closet. The light inside was broken, as the room itself was never used. I did not mind. I could barely bring myself to see the outcome of my actions. The lid flew open by my hasty hands. I sat. I felt it come. I heard it crash upon the shallow water beneath.
I was no more.
>download an album
>turns out to merely be a series of tracks released at the same time
