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VOTE WEBMASTER FOR PRESIDENT 2012 (SO THAT FILTHY HALF-BREEF NEGROID HAS NO CHANCE OF RUNNING THE SECOND TERM ONLY TO RISK HIMSELF FROM BEING TORCHED ON A BURNING KKKROSS)!







THE TRANSCENDANCE TO A PINK LAYOUT IS THE FINAL MANIFESTATION OF MY EXTREME HOMOSEXUALITY I'VE WORKED SO HARD TO REPRESS ENTIRELY THROUGHOUT MY MISERABLY CONFUSED LIFE! I CAN'T HIDE THIS MY BLATANT HORMONES ANY LONGER! PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR AIDS STICK YOU HOLY FUCKING FAGGOTS?

DISCLAIMER: IN ORDER TO FIT IN WITH EVERY OTHER HALF-ASSED LAW-ABIDING PUSSY-ASS ALBUM BLOGS OUT ON THE NET, I WILL HAVE TO REMIND ALL YOU PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENICS THAT I DO NOT HOST ANYTHING ON THIS WEBSITE BUT MERELY REDIRECT YOU TO LINKS OF RIPPED ALBUMS THAT SOMEHOW MIRACULOUSLY PRE-EXISTED ON THE INTERNET DUE TO STRANGE FORCES OF NATURE. PIRATE THESE ALBUMS AT YOUR OWN CONSEQUENTIAL RISKS YOU FUCKING COWARDLY METALHEAD FAGGOTS.

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Sunday, December 14, 2008

AT THE MERCY OF INSPIRATION - A PERFECT WAY TO KILL AN EVENING


1. Intro 01:10
2. The Embarrassed 02:48
3. Those Nights When it's Just Not Worth it 03:13
4. Interlude 00:40
5. Sadly Competing for Last Place 04:16
6. Where the Lonely Come to Disappear 02:54
7. Quietly Kissing You to Sleep 05:49


BRIEF REVIEW:

A PERFECT WAY TO KILL A FUCKING EVENING? GOOD JOB ON THE TITLE YOU FAGGOTY TWATS, YOU'VE OBVIOUSLY JUST KILLED MY OTHERWISE PERFECT EVENING WITH THIS GENERIC THRASHY BLACK METALCORE HOMO-ORGY. WANNA KNOW WHAT'S INSTEAD A PERFECT WAY TO KILL A MUSICAL CAREER? BY SELLING OUT AND DROPPING THIS BAND FOR THE SAKE OF JOINING THE CANCER BATS YOU UNBEARABLE CORPORATE-HUMPING SELLOUT WHORES. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU LEAVE A LIFE OF BLACK METAL CULT-WORSHIPING AND CONSUMING THE FLESH OF ROADKILL GOATS, FOR THE SAKE OF CRAWLING SO FAR UP MTV'S ASSHOLE THAT YOUR COMPASS CAN NO LONGER DIFFERENTIATE BETWEEN UP AND DOWN? BUT WELL, BEING IN A BAND LIKE THIS, I GUESS YOU WOULDN'T KNOW WHERE THE DIRECTION OF "GOING DOWNHILL" IS EVEN IF YOU DROVE YOUR COMPACT TOUR-VAN OFF A FUCKING CLIFF.

REGARDLESS, THANKS FOR YOUR DISCOVERY OF GRAVITY, NEWTON! I HOPE THE NEXT OBJECT THAT DROPS ONTO YOUR HEAD THAT GIVES YOU A REVOLUTIONARY SCIENTIFIC EPIPHANY WOULD BE THE CALLOUSED FORESKIN SEVERED FROM MY BROKEN AND UNCIRCUMCIZED DICK.

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