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Post by rimjobflashmob on Apr 29, 2017 6:13:19 GMT -8
I was idly scrolling through my pocket communication computer this morning and saw this headline, which made me reflect on my own journey.
For example, when I was a but a calf, just entering the Forbidden Boner Hell, I chose to be serenaded by the warbling yodels of Stephen Malkmus. Jimi Goodwin cradled me between the folds of his immensity as I cried myself to sleep, knowing I was full of sin and tapioca. I also found joy in the alluring dulcet tones of Chan Marshall and Josh Homme, star-crossed lovers who never came within but a mare's breath of Dave Grohl.
When I graduated to The Age Most Befitting A Gulag, my tastes began to sink deeper into the Ocean Of Unerring Quarantine, wherein James Murphy raised me above his head and tied me to the scaffolding as he murmured to his hound and spat stale coffee into a trebuchet. There I hung, sweating under the three suns orbiting the palladium mines, until the trio of spectral parchment entities glided into my pancreas. Heather, John, and Kael breathed life into my less essential organs and severed my bindings with the teeth of a freshly slain manatee, and when I fell, the tinkerbell of avant-folk Patrick Wolf caught me in his scarlet loins.
I oscillated herein between varying shades of the Words Beneath the Bookcase, all the while wondering if this was where I would spend The Period Of Ancestral Death Meats. But my journey was not over. Richard dipped his hand into my torso, first slowly, then more vigorously, until my very soul felt unwell without his slobbering touch. Rephlexively I pulled away but it was too late, and his hearty band of chums pulled me into the Abyssal Heart of Rave Teac.
I fear my journey is not yet over, but I have committed myself to the path. For now I spiral in a modulation betwixt the Eternal Sound Laboratory Within The Mandibles and a moon so black in pitch it has no name, yet screams all the same.
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Post by totinoboy on May 30, 2017 8:58:31 GMT -8
What in the hell
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Post by emptyfox on Jun 1, 2017 13:04:48 GMT -8
newjersey, is that you?
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Post by Pea on Jun 1, 2017 18:02:17 GMT -8
I listen to more black metal these days.
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Post by rimjobflashmob on Jun 1, 2017 18:16:52 GMT -8
I listen to more black metal these days. The foul stench of the doomed Bog Of Hairless Apes becomes you finely, like a billowing shroud bestowed by Ormul, blackened maestro of Voracious Husbandry.
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Post by Genghis on Jun 3, 2017 17:58:41 GMT -8
I had pop punk on my iTunes by choice at one point, and this past weekend I bought Kid A. I kept the cargo shorts though because it's incredible what you can do with infinite pockets.
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Post by Professor Pancakes on Jun 3, 2017 18:34:55 GMT -8
I had pop punk on my iTunes by choice at one point, If loving Dookie is wrong, I don't want to be right.
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Post by Genghis on Jun 4, 2017 21:13:23 GMT -8
I had pop punk on my iTunes by choice at one point, If loving Dookie is wrong, I don't want to be right. You're giving me more credit than I deserve honestly.
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Post by rimjobflashmob on Jun 4, 2017 22:00:00 GMT -8
If loving Dookie is wrong, I don't want to be right. You're giving me more credit than I deserve honestly. Evanescence is nothing to be ashamed of.
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Post by Pea on Jun 5, 2017 7:54:20 GMT -8
You're giving me more credit than I deserve honestly. Simple Plan is nothing to be ashamed of.
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Post by rimjobflashmob on Jun 5, 2017 8:03:13 GMT -8
Brand New is nothing to be ashamed of.
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Post by Cysquatch on Jun 5, 2017 8:04:50 GMT -8
Blink 182 is something to be ashamed of.
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Post by emptyfox on Jun 5, 2017 8:39:13 GMT -8
Blink 182 is something to be ashamed of.
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Post by rimjobflashmob on Jul 16, 2017 10:04:39 GMT -8
1+8 = 9
2 is just two 1's
Blink-9/11
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