Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Say you don't know me, you'll burn



Funny not really how precise jumps become drunk buzzed & disorderly drowned. DEATH TO FLYING THINGS. Ends, like days, are weeks that bleed together. See what I did there, Dracula, blood. Symmetric literary genius. I should write a novel, The 0-UP Kid. I'm sure some Very Important Prick [ed. note: no examples, please; different corpse, same embalming fluid] said a thing au moins 42% more HA than the last radio ga ga but I've got a bunch of Hammer reruns to rewatch in lieu of celebrating dead rich fucks' goo goo.

Y'know what Ronnie crooned about listening to fools.

11 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

FIRE!
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ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I claim this blogue in the name of TRUE KVLT.
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Randal Graves said...

You can have it, 'tis only worth a nickel or two.

Life As I Know It Now said...

Here is my two cents.

Prunella Vulgaris said...

There's melody in this song, therefore it's Metal For Girls!

Randal Graves said...

life, bah, more like two quadrillion cents.

duchess, there's melody in everything I post, ergo, DARKTHRONE IST GIRLISH GLEE.

Prunella Vulgaris said...

oh you know the chicks only dig Darkthrone because they think Fenriz is dreamy!

Randal Graves said...

HIKING METAL PUNKERY IST EROTISCH.

Beach Bum said...

Y'know what Ronnie crooned about listening to fools.

That is the very reason I never listen to anything I say.

Demeur said...

About as much melody as a ten car pile up on the 405. Is that how Metal it got its' name?

Randal Graves said...

BB, bah. Something gets fucked, pass that buck.

demeur, you should probably stick to Kenny G lest ye hurt your ear innards.