No blog licks on getting struck by doom sticks
But crimson before me, that vinyl I see
E'en Li'l Edgar suffers Tartarean hug
Whilst praying for love in a madd'ning mug.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Apocalyptic raiding makes one thirsty
E'en Li'l Edgar suffers Tartarean hug
Whilst praying for love in a madd'ning mug.
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Nothing says apocalypse like Metallica.
This is how I imagine Randal arrived in Cleveland.
P.S. Who knew this song was secretly about the Cleveland Cavaliers?
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nunly, nothing says apocalypse like the love child of 2 Live Crew and Merle Haggard.
if, ridiculous. Everyone knows our longship had sails.
I knew that Renaissance doggerel went to your head. Are you going to abandon scurvie alchymie to become the Lovecraftian Tom Zart?
Shall I not compoze, for England's Queen, a lovlye verse on hunting the dormouse of the Kingdom of the Slovenes?
Thanks for the Metallica fix.
Metallica kick ass in concert. Took my 8th grader & some pals to see them a few years back. LOUD! Larger than life stagecraft & lighting. Musicianship I didn't really expect live. They seem to love the crowds and just keep playing and playing.
Funny story: we all ate at Chipotle beforehand and got serious runs before and during same. Don't really consider it a metaphor, though.
Maybe Li'l Edgar is pining for lunch out at Famous Ray's.
Poor little guy is holding on for dear life. The abyss always hungers.
tom, can never go wrong with a little old school thrash.
jim, still would have loved to have seen them in some grimy club in '84 (can't stand arena shows), but gotta give them credit for still playing live, loudly.
Dude, *never* eat before a show, at least not that stuff, heh.
SWA, even morbid boozers get hungry, though after jim's tale, I don't think he should stop at Chipotle. That ride across the Styx is mighty long.
susan, for Chipotle! Alright, I'll stop.
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