Your lips look like an asshole. |
Tapegagged, dance for me you fucking whore. Her spindly legs wrap around the pole with the ease of bedding her down. I want to fuck my way down to hell, and every time you fuck me it tastes like jesus...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jun 2009 00:15:00 GMT |
show on saturday |
I just want to personally apologize to everyone that saw us play on saturday. It was once again a very sub-par performance and i was actually embarassed to have been up there. To me at this point play...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 11:50:00 GMT |
catharsis |
Feeling like a crooked man bent down by sin. Save the planet, kill yourselfHoles, in everything. Great fissure that laughs as I sleep alone. No parting glory, no send-off in grand style. Goodbyes' are...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Mar 2009 00:48:00 GMT |
Those Poor Bastards - The Bright Side |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nAxFk5Lplw
This band is better than your band.
Posted by on Sat, 07 Mar 2009 02:12:00 GMT |
Some useful tidbits to help bring about the demise of Big Brother |
I came across this quote and thought that it was imperative that it be given a larger stage."Though no immediate and complete escape from the ongoing power system is possible, least of all through mas...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 14:32:00 GMT |
learn how to hunt |
Ok, this is, to quote modest mouse, good news for people who love bad news. We are all totally fucked. THis country is never going to regain that status that we so firmly shouted from rooftops (especi...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 10:19:00 GMT |
New tunes comin together |
I'm writing this assuming that someone out there in the world really gives half a shit about my little band enough to want to read this but hey, who fucking knows. Anyway, the boys and I convened at C...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jan 2009 00:22:00 GMT |
Floggins and Flagans |
Let's see if anyone thinks I'm weird yet..Dreaming in the womb, Born dead. Eyes of charcoal and embalming fluid. Your kisses of maggots arouse me. It's cold in here every time you enter the room. Eye'...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 01:06:00 GMT |
As they drop like flies... |
free at last, I'm the past,undone in unknown prison,I'm holding on. Peace and need?A mouth to feed?I'm standing way onthe other side. I'm staring right back at myself,and through it's frozen image,I'm...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 23:53:00 GMT |
An ode to public affection. |
I want to take your face off and make a necklace out of the little squares I will fashion it into. Much care will go into your demise. I promise I will not be gentle, nor will I show remorse or mercy....
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 01:43:00 GMT |
