Saturday, January 7, 2012

Introduction!

Check this song out, it is so sick, the whole album is insane, you'd think thrash from the 2000's sucks, but you would be wrong.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aj8b1dxlyeI

6 comments:

  1. Glad you started bloggin'
    Keep it up ;)

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  2. not bad but then again i have a very weird taste in music :D

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  3. Good luck in your blogging adventure!

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  4. Here, I'll help; Im a builder of bridges between Jesus and yourself; follow us and wiseabove...

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    ...cuzz the only other realm aint too cool: a sweltering, cramped cell; BeavisNbutthead sawing-off your cranium with a chainsaw; o'er-the-Hillary profusely cakkkling for the length and breadth of eternity. How prrrecious! sez Gollum. 'Nuff sed. Decide NOW.

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    -blessed b9

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  5. Here, I'll help; Im a builder of bridges between Jesus and yourself; follow us and wiseabove...

    What's your address in the hereafter? Dunno? Mine's 111 Rock-Solid-Ave, Milky Weight, Seventh-Heaven. My droolin' mansion? Ha. A grandiose, 3-acre-stuccoish home in a cul-de-sac with mountain-bike-trails we may conform with our thots. My intimacy with women Upstairs? Includes skiing, surfin, snorklin, scarlet scent to snuggle and serve: slow, soft, supersonic sex. Lots-oh-that. But, yet, a sassy, savvy, passionate antidote, too: plethora abundance of high-degree, ultra-psychotropic, kick-ass, party-hardy, white-water-rawwness every, single, evening with guhroovilishous avatars, tender faeries, cereal killers and symbiotic, front-row-seats. My many planets and gorgeous girls? Gotta gobba lotta IQ, too, withe K2 orchestra only accessable to adolescents: TOTALLY YOURS!!! How? Gotta! accept! Jesus, dude! So, let's accelerate to the Maximum #@!!☆ POW!er; let's populate the universe, girl, withe afterglow of loyalty to the Bright Son. Wanna join me in God's wild Kingdome? Time, as an entity, is also mortal: there's no time in Seventh-Heaven, yet, puuuh-lenty of time to love. Yummm...

    ...cuzz the only other realm aint too cool: a sweltering, cramped cell; BeavisNbutthead sawing-off your cranium with a chainsaw; o'er-the-Hillary profusely cakkkling for the length and breadth of eternity. How prrrecious! sez Gollum. 'Nuff sed. Decide NOW.

    MyCrucifixIsMyFix.blogspot.com -or- thesuperseedoftime.blogspot.com
    -blessed b9

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