you are entering a world unlike any other you've ever experienced before. a world of endless suffering, a world of bees. bees from beyond the grave ripping your eyes out bit by bit. bees from south carolina, mating with your livestock and farm implements. jesus couldn't ever match up to the hype these bees have generated for themselves, not in ten ( Read more... )

Communications have conceived the only way out of the time dilition and super-powered nightmare we created in the great psychic wars. Breast-milk is currency and love is pesos on the dollar. Creating a new nightmare for America's youth is the only thing left for the few who live to realize another day. Bright futures are a legacy left by the ( Read more... )

i can't express the feelings that originate in my hands my feet my sliding shuffling eyes cannot assuede the intense cravings for that which i shall never attain. goals above my capability and beyond my scope of attractions, senseless acts of selflessness that send me into spasms of lust and ulterior motives and plans that ruin a person's day of ( Read more... )

Your Taste in Music:

90's Alternative: Medium InfluenceGangsta Rap: Medium InfluenceAlternative Rock: Low InfluenceClassic Rock: Low InfluenceDance: Low InfluenceHeavy Metal: Low InfluenceOld School Hip Hop: Low InfluenceProgressive Rock: Low Influence

How's Your Taste in Music?

where's the experimental shit that makes people's ears bleed?

Second-hand jacked from Nate, who claim's Carly as his source, but I don't know if I can trust that kind of information from him, cause he's, well, you know. Like that. Mhm, wink wink say no more ( Read more... )

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Breakbeats and blast beats propel us into the future of modern American music. You cannot escape the impending holocaust that we will bring upon ourselves. Ashes and smoke will clog out lungs and arteries with thick tar deposits. Love will mean as much as the gnat you swat away in the tepid summer breeze. Houses will be worth less than the piles of ( Read more... )

There's nothing in particular that cannot be expressed in the method of dismembering a bus full of nuns while freaking out on PCP in South Dakota. The fact is, there's nothing that could ever top that experience. The final meaning of this diatribe will not be revealed by that who you'd think would reveal at such a time. Apples are the real problem ( Read more... )

Timpanies are more of a muse to me than anything else I've encountered lately.

As we find ourselves increasingly agitated by that we covet most, we do unto others as has been shown to us by those we've done unto. I cannot begin to explaint he necessary evils perpetuated by those cloest to us. Our innermost workings are forfeit come the Great Warming, so they say. It is what they do not say that we must listen closest to, for ( Read more... )