Where along this wild, winding road did I forget how to Rock?
I salute you, Sir, though you have caused me much pain.
The memory of Rock lay in my heart like the heat emanating from a furnace after the fire has gone dead. It is hollow, for inside there are no embers, bravely sparking and flaring, railing against the cold and the dark. The only heat is that which is trapped in the black iron skin of the furnace, which, dies as surely as the flame, only fading more slowly, and all the more pathetic for it.
You have rekindled the Flame I thought long dead, Sir, and I do not know which pains me more: the memory of my life without that warmth and that light, or the knowledge that I cannot sustain that Burning Passion, that I cannot become a living embodiment of all that is, was, and ever shall be Rock.
so aneeeeeehuways....mondoholocaustMarch 1 2005, 07:01:47 UTC
part of my mandate. i'm still a rocker i mean think about the champs. think about the geeeetarrrwolf. er what aboutthedeadwood!???? er drunk..... lets gitdashrrrrrrdashdizzzzzzzzzzzzzzuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. erkay?!?!?!?!?!?
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Where along this wild, winding road did I forget how to Rock?
I salute you, Sir, though you have caused me much pain.
The memory of Rock lay in my heart like the heat emanating from a furnace after the fire has gone dead. It is hollow, for inside there are no embers, bravely sparking and flaring, railing against the cold and the dark. The only heat is that which is trapped in the black iron skin of the furnace, which, dies as surely as the flame, only fading more slowly, and all the more pathetic for it.
You have rekindled the Flame I thought long dead, Sir, and I do not know which pains me more: the memory of my life without that warmth and that light, or the knowledge that I cannot sustain that Burning Passion, that I cannot become a living embodiment of all that is, was, and ever shall be Rock.
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lets gitdashrrrrrrdashdizzzzzzzzzzzzzzuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
erkay?!?!?!?!?!?
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