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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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Monday, April 6, 2009

NORA - SAVE YOURSELF

1. Somebody Call Somebody
2. Scum
3. Broken
4. Save Yourself
5. Famous Last Words
6. Have You Ever Had a Really Bad Day?
7. Just Like Johnny
8. Moment, The Sound, The Fury, The
9. Chances Aren't
10. Ending, The


BRIEF REVIEW:

NOT THAT I'VE EVER BOTHERED TO LISTEN TO THIS ALBUM (AS WELL AS ANY OTHER ON THIS FUCKING RIDICULOUS WEBSITE) BEFORE REVIEWING IT, BUT THE MINUTE I SAW THE ALBUM COVER, I HORKED WHILE FACING UP SO FUCKING HARD THAT MY CEILING HAS BEEN DRIPPING VOMIT FOR DAYS. WHAT A LOVELY PRECIPITATION GOING ON INSIDE OF MY WELFARE BUNGALO! FUCK YOU FORECASTS, I'VE GOT MY OWN FUCKING WEATHER SYSTEM GOING ON INSIDE OF MY OWN FAGGOT TERMITE-INFESTED HOUSE!

NOW I'M CURIOUS TO KNOW, WHY IS IT THAT EVERY MEDIOCRE METALCORE CRAP-ASS ACT HAVE TO HAVE AN ALBUM THAT LOOKS LIKE A VIRGIN SUFFOCATING UNDER A CURSED ANGEL'S PUTRID BOSSOM? DO YOU FUCKERS HAVE A FETISH FOR THAT SORT OF HEAVENLY SUPERNATURAL SHIT OR SOMETHING? DID YOU HAVE A BAD EXPERIENCE WITH THE PRIEST IN THE CONFESSION AND NOW HAVE UNBEARABLE FANTASIES OF BEING SODOMIZED BY GOD'S ALMIGHTY DICK? JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE UNABLE TO CONVEY YOUR THOUGHTS IN MUNDANE AND EVERYDAY ENGLISH WORDS, DOESN'T NECESSARILY MEAN YOU HAVE TO FUCKING DEPICT IT IN SOME SORT OF ANGELIC APOCALYPSE AS IF THE WORLD WE KNOW IS COMING TO AN END. MAYBE THE STATE OF YOUR HORRIBLE FUCKING GENRE, BUT LIFE GOES ON, TRUST ME. REGARDLESS OF HOW MUCH FAGGOTRY IS INVOLVED WITHIN THE BREATHS YOU TAKE ON A DAILY FUCKING BASIS.

OH, AND STOP PAYING HALF A GRAND TO SOME UNDER-EMPLOYED GRAPHIC DESIGNER TO PROPEL HIS SEMEN STAINS ONTO THE MONITOR AND FOLLOWED BY TRACING THE MASTERBATORY STAINS ONTO PHOTOSHOP, IN THE PROGRESS OF DESIGNING WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING FAGGOT ALBUM COVER, YOU STUPID ASSHEADS. MAYBE THE IMAGERY YOUR DESIGN WON'T SEEM SO DARK AND SUFFOCATING IF THIS GUY FINALLY USED A COMPASS TO NAVIGATE HIMSELF TO THE STAIRCASE THAT WOULD LEAD TO (GASP!) THE OUTSIDE.

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