Greatest DM (death metal or dungeon master, listener's choice) album ever?
Don't sleep on Altars. Seriously, don't, or you'll wake up the not-that-secret ingredient of a pentagram stew. Mmmm, stew. Bunch of crazy crap happening in meat world, but fancy gizmodic contraptions aside, new shit same as the old shit YEEEAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. 'twas vaguely Daltrynstic no? though I'm more skilled in the Axl arts, not the paparazzo face punching bit 'cause I love you all like Ozzy. Reference your own frontdude/chick for three easy installments of 39.95, please allow 6-8 weeks for delivery.
Been cleaning [read: attempting to maybe possibly try] out the house 'cause like every firstworlder, got too much garbage even for Oscar, and came across a shot of the fam post-arrival of the alien known to interwebzians as Offspring the Elder, mom classy in a Justice tee, yours truly nattily clad in a Seasons, both sporting giant glasses which was, along with onions on the belt, the style at the time.
No, I didn't wallow in any of that stupid "woe to you o earth and sea what a world what a world we leaveth with thee" shit because are you fucking kidding me, life expectancy and an end to feudalism aside though I hear that's making a comeback in select markets, see above.
In the past, you couldn't ignore what was stabbing you.
Thanks to cheap anesthetic hawked by the real Satanic cult, now you can, but you're still gonna end up as someone's meal.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Slowly we rot, or, better late than never
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C'mon, dude, post that shit.
Well, thanks a lot, now I have to find another place to sleep tonight. ;-)
Glad you're back, I was beginning to think I had just been dreaming about your blog and it really was just a figment of my (sick) immagination. Whew! Life is good now. :-)
Nah, man, the pics with the big glasses. And if there are indeed onions on the belt: Gold Mine!
We're all Edward Snowden now.
noice :P
I've been cleaning the sty, too.
Still too much dusty crap, no gold yet.
Congrats on your good fortune!
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I didn't think I'd heard anything by Obituary, but it turns out I have. I taped a bunch of music off this fantastic metal program they used to have on KXFX, Santa Rosa, CA; and I recognize some of these tracks.
I still dress in black but I don't sit in coffee houses snapping my fingers much these days.
nunly, think of this less as being back and more as passing by, throwing spitballs out the window.
jim, haven't revealed the self so far, not going to when I was 38% more/44% less dorky, unless I'm compensated with a fully functional NES deck complete with brand new 72-pin connector.
BB, so we're stuck using the same image over and over.
game, death metal for everyone!
if, I'm hoping to find some choice body parts soon. Necromancy just ain't the same without 'em.
tom, first two records are unimpeachable ace, but then the guitars turn towards more groove, less limbs-stuck-in-rusty-gears.
susan, how now brown bureaucrats?
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i thought about posting gurdjieff's term for one who is participating in the eat-and-being-eaten process reciprocal of world maintenance - trogoautoegocrat - but decided it was unlikely to interest anyone
jim, you'd rather listen to this.
mistah, posting's just a way to temporarily maintain the smidgen of calm that still remains, so you should, but be sure to add some metal, the kids love metal.
What is this slackers month? You give is no ammo. Come on there must be a straight line around here some place. Oh yes and free pussy while you're at it.
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