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10-01-2005, 10:15 AM | #5 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^hah misfits you brought that thread back up for me!!
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
10-01-2005, 02:23 PM | #6 (permalink) | ||
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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oh and chickenwhatever......use the forum search you noob.
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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10-02-2005, 06:20 AM | #9 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Sep 2005
Posts: 14
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What? Please No.
Im Irish and im not entirely sure what term 'horror punk' means. For the love of baby jesus dont tell me its some kind of half goth - half punk thing, im still coming to terms with emo - I just wouldnt be able to take it.
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10-02-2005, 01:57 PM | #10 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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listen to the misfits. they are pretty much the standard of horror punk. see how you feel about them. until then, dont bitch about genres.
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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