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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?

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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Anodyne - Lifetime Of Gray Skies


1. Arctor
2. Carnot Engine
3. Portable Crematorium
4. Zero World
5. Infernal Machine
6. Mind Is a Terrible Thing
7. Plastic Will
8. Against Architecture
9. In the Desert Sound Precedes Sight
10. Blood Meridian
11. Philosophy of Failure
12. From the End of the World
13. Standing on the Beach


BRIEF REVIEW:

A LIFETIME OF GRAY SKIES? THAT'S REALLY FUCKING SAD. TO MAKE THINGS MORE PLEASANT, THEY SHOULD BE MORE LIKE A LIFETIME OF GAY SKIES RAINING SPERM STRAIGHT INTO MY FAGGOT MOUTH. THAT'S MORE LIKE AN ALBUM TITLE. IF I LIVED UNDER A LIFETIME OF GRAY SKIES I'D PROBABLY HANG MYSELF IN THE CORNER OF A GREENHOUSE WITH ALL THE DEAD PLANTS WITHIN YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS. SOMETIMES I LOOK AT A BUNCH OF VEGETABLES AND I CRY OVER HOW THEIR STAGNANT LIFE IS MORE WORTHY OF LIVING THAN MY OWN. BWAHHH!! MAY I BORROW A TISSUE FROM ONE OF YOU EMO FAGGOTS CURRENTLY VIEWING MY WEBSITE PLEASE?

SOMETIMES I GET MAD AT LIFE DUE TO MY LACK OF ACCOMPLISHMENTS, BEING A FAT NO-LIFE LOSER WHO SITS HOME AND JERKS OFF MY PENIS TO WEIRD UNDERAGED FOOT-FETISH PORNOGRAPHY HOSTED FROM UNDERGROUND SERVERS OF KAZAKHSTAN. IN AMIDST OF MY MADNESS, I GO CARJACK A PUBLIC VEHICLE AND GO ON A STREET RAMPAGE. THE ONLY ISSUE IS THE VEHICLE I FUCKING GTA'D IS A FUCKING STREETCAR. HOW THE HELL CAN I POSSIBLY STEER THE TRACK OF A FUCKING STREETCAR AWAY FROM THE CHASE OF COPS?!  THIS IS UNBELIEVABLY PUZZLING. AS I STEP ON THE ACCELERATOR PEDAL, THERE ARE FIVE COP VEHICLES FLASHING RIGHT BEHIND ME FOR THE WORLD GUINNESS RECORD OF THE SLOWEST CHASE IN THE SLOWEST FUCKING POLICE PURSUIT OF MANKIND. THE FUCKING  VEHICLE CHASE WAS SO SLOW THAT I FELL INTO A COMA BEFORE RUNNING INTO 10,000 HAGGY GRANDMOTHERS CROSSING THE STREET. TAKE THAT YOU FUCKING DUMBASS AGING FAGGOTS, I'LL HELP YOU ASSHOLES TO STOP AGING BEFORE YOU ALL ARE SOMEHOW OBLIGATED TO BE PUT UNDER GAY ASS "RETIREMENT HOMES" THAT ARE FUNDED BY THE STATE'S TAXPAYER'S MONEY, LIVING OFF EXPENSES PAID BY UNEMPLOYED ASSHOLES LIKE MYSELF!

WHERE THE HELL DO I GO WITH A STREET CAR IN A POLICE CHASE WHEN ALL THE ROUTES ARE FUCKING FIXED BY RAILWAYS? I DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW! AS I ARRIVED BEFORE A FORK AND REQUIRED TO MAKE AN EMERGENCY RIGHT FROM THE OTHERWISE STRAIGHT ROUTE THAT THE STREETCAR WAS DESIGNATED TO RUN ON, I REALIZED I HAD TO CHANGE COURSE. HAVING NO ELECTRIC SWITCH TO ALTER THE TURNING LEVER ON THE TRACK, I HAD TO EXIT THE STREET CAR WITH A METALLIC STICK TO CHANGE THE LOCK ON THE TRACKS. THE COPS JUST FUCKING STOOD THERE AND GAWKED AT ME IN DUMBFOUNDEDNESS. DON'T BE JEALOUS THAT I'M SEXY YOU FUCKING FAT HONKEY LAW ENFORCEMENT FAGGOTS! I WAS SO AWESOME I EVEN TOOK A DUMP RIGHT ON ONE OF THEIR VEHICLE'S WINDSHIELDS. IN DEFENCE, THEY ACTIVATED THEIR WINDSHIELD WIPERS THAT BRUSHED THROUGH MY VILE CORNS OF SHIT AND SPLATTERED OVER A DOZEN OF NIGGER CHILDREN WHICH SUBSEQUENTLY MADE THEM BLACKER THAN THEIR UNFORTUNATE COLOUR ALREADY WAS.

THE TRANSIT COMMISSION'S CHAIRMAN FINALLY HAD ENOUGH AND DECIDED TO BLACK OUT THE ELECTRICITY FOR THE CITY AND THUS PUTTING A STOP TO MY SEVEN AND A HALF MINUTE RAMPAGE (MINUS THE SHIT I TOOK, OF COURSE).  CONSIDERING THE WHOLE CITY WAS IN BLACKOUT, I PROCEEDED TO ROB A JAMAICAN CONVENIENCE STORE OF ALL OF ITS AIDS AND PLACED IT IN A BOX THAT'S SENT TO HAITI FOR EARTHQUAKE RELIEF. HAHAHA I HOPE I GET A THANK YOU LETTER FROM THE RED CROSS OR SOMETHING!

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