I'd like to officially thank life for getting PoS fans hopes up. It was better back in the blissful days where everyone from North America could just say "well, I'm never going to see this band". We had amazing, fantastical dreams of someday travelling to Europe for some crazy excuse, but really just going to finally see the band we all adored. Life was good back then, when even the thought of seeing PoS live was locked away far across the seas.
But then life decided to play a game with us. Dangle it in front of our noses. Take something which seemed to be a dream, which seemed so far away, and make it seem like a reality. It made us believe again. Believe that the impossible was possible. Believe that in such a twisted, loathsome world as our own, there was a faint glimmer of hope.
It was all a two faced lie, wasn't it, life? Build us up to knock us down. You're a tricky one, and you've one this battle. Now we lie dejected and thrown in the dirt. With soot and our face and our spirits crushed beneath us like the tiniest smothered ant. Well, you and all the rest may try to get us down, life. But we'll be back, once we've picked ourselves back up. It'll be hard for us to ever dare to dream again, but I still hold out hope that one day a dream can become a reality. I have to...it's all I have left.
Plus, Beardfish is a frekkin AWESOME band and not seeing them makes me a sad panda