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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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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

THE HOLLY SPRINGS DISASTER - MOTION SICKNESS LOVE


1 I Am
2 Up In Smoke
3 I Feel Like I’m Taking Crazy Pills
4 Showdown
5 My Pet Monster
6 I D.a.r.e. David Bowie To Drive Drunk
7 Absolut Balderdash
8 A Nice Night For A Neck Injury (suck Brick Kid)


BRIEF REVIEW:

WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED A SOUTHERN HARDCORE BAND COULD HAVE POSSIBLY ORIGINATED FROM THE NORTHEST OF ALL NORTHERN PRAIRIES IN BUMFUCK, CANADA? NICE TRY YOU FUCKING POSERS, YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY GETTING NOWHERE WITH COMPOSING GENUINELY AUTHENTIC MUSIC. BUT LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, THIS IS THE TRENDY FUCKING PRE-PUBSCENT TEENYHOPPING SOUTHERN MOSH BAND FOR THE LIKES OF ALL OF YOU MINISCULE, UNDERDEVELOPING ARM-FLAILING FAGGOTS!

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO-TONED COON-TAILED BITTIES? CAN'T YOU DRUNKEN IDIOTS GO PERFORM YOUR WEEKEND TEENAGE-MATING RITUALS ELSEWHERE INSTEAD OF ON THE DANCE FLOOR? JUST AS I THOUGHT MYSPACE WAS THE ONLY THING RUINED BY YOU DEFORMED ANIMALS. REFRAIN FROM IRRITATING THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF ME WITH YOUR PLASTIC, SUPERFICIAL LOVE LIVES FULL OF BULLSHIT THAT'S SO TRIVIAL IT MAKES ME WANT TO RATHER LIVE INSIDE OF A NAILED COFFIN, YOU STUPID SHITS. REGARDLESS OF WHICH, I'LL STILL MANAGE TO LOOK BETTER WITH MY HALF-DECEASED CORPSE TWO WEEKS AFTER DISCOVERY THAN YOUR RIDICULOUSLY ABUNDANT BASTARDIZATION OF FACE WITH ALL THAT CHEAP MAKEUP FROM YOUR MOTHER'S PROSTITUTION CABINETS, YOU FUCKING SKANKY ASS WHORES.

NEXT TIME I SEE ONE OF YOU RAMBUNCTIOUS BITTIES I'LL POUND YOUR HEAD RIGHT INTO YOUR FLIRTING MATE'S DICKHOLE UNTIL YOU'RE FORCEABLY DISORIENTED WITH THE FOUL AROMA OF HIS GONNORHEA-INFESTED SEMEN. HOW'S THAT FOR MOTION SICKNESS LOVE YOU STUPID PREMATURE LITTLE SHITS?

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