RE: Re: RE: Technicolour Arrows:What they really are...
Fusi0n, do me a favor and stay off my posts please unless you aren't going to constently flame people. Every post I have seen you in 8 out of 10 times you are flaming someone. This for information purposes. If you want to flame someone, do it in someone elses post.
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Originally posted by mead1
My method of making love is quite different than you might expect. I prefer to find a girl taking a nap at the local preschool, and then make love to them as they scream in my large, sound-proofed, white van. I then make love on their face, and throw them in an ice-chest of bleach. For pillow talk, I usually say, "Your parents can't hear you," and keep their teddy bear as a momento. You could call me a hopeless romantic, I guess.
RE: Re: RE: Technicolour Arrows:What they really are...
I know this is a double post but I have a song with a cyan arrow in it! So here it is!
And yes, that IS beginner mode.
UNLEASH THE DRAGON
Originally posted by mead1
My method of making love is quite different than you might expect. I prefer to find a girl taking a nap at the local preschool, and then make love to them as they scream in my large, sound-proofed, white van. I then make love on their face, and throw them in an ice-chest of bleach. For pillow talk, I usually say, "Your parents can't hear you," and keep their teddy bear as a momento. You could call me a hopeless romantic, I guess.
RE: Re: RE: Technicolour Arrows:What they really are...
What do you mean by that jefa? The arrows just tell at what beat you should play on. But when they are jumbled together you fingers move as fast as the given notes. Like 16th notes are basically 4 clicks to one 4th note. So if the bpm is let's say, 150, your fingers will be traveling at 600 bpm to hit those notes. And I don't mean all fingers going 600 bpm, just the way they move, makes the total bpm 600.
Hope that helps any.
UNLEASH THE DRAGON
Originally posted by mead1
My method of making love is quite different than you might expect. I prefer to find a girl taking a nap at the local preschool, and then make love to them as they scream in my large, sound-proofed, white van. I then make love on their face, and throw them in an ice-chest of bleach. For pillow talk, I usually say, "Your parents can't hear you," and keep their teddy bear as a momento. You could call me a hopeless romantic, I guess.
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