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( @mcskiffle )

                  ❛ well, don’t think too hard, yeah? never did anyone any good. ❜ they’ve worked on trying to come up with something new. he’s about had it, seeing paul hitting & hitting chords to only ? — just stress himself even more. it makes him stressed to see it ( also repetitive strikes ). he collapsed heavily against the leather sofa, ❛ save your breath. we’re fuckin’ lennon & mccartney. we’ll figure something out eventually, hm ? ❜

                          “ ‘A ‘COURSE NOT, JUST LOOKIT RINGO, ”  partially made in humor – a harmless jab at the fourth member of their group, their proverbial punching bag – and partially made in the somewhat shared irritation  &  exhaustion that fueled the mental blockade that prevented the cohesiveness from flowing from their lips  &  corresponding finger tips.  “ Yeah, ”  a faint trace of mutually shared frustration, but ultimately made in agreement. It was considered usual: PAUL fighting away  JOHN’S  insecurities, PAUL being JOHN’S shoulder of consolation,  &  on such an occasion as this, the two shared the role. He set his guitar aside  &  reached instead for a cigarette, fingers worn from repetitive attempts at the same old chord progression over  &  over  &  over again… Yet the younger musician remained OPTIMISTIC.  “ Jus’ bloody knackered is all, we’ll give it another go again in th ’ mornin’, then … ”