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THE TRANSCENDENCE 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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Showing posts with label SKYCAMEFALLING. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SKYCAMEFALLING. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

SKYCAMEFALLING - 10.21

1 Intro 01:21 
2 With Paper Wings 04:54
3 Laura Palmer 04:48 
4 The Nothing 05:38 
5 Instrumental 02:04 
6 Porcelain Heart Promises 03:59
7 Healing Yesteryear 04:15 
8 Shallow Like Sand 05:47 
9 The Truth Machine 05:18 
11 November's Neverending 06:05 
12 An Ocean Apart 10:21


BRIEF REVIEW:

YOU LIKE THIS ALBUM? THAT'S GREAT YOU CLOSET EMO FAGGOT, ME TOO. I GUESS WE CAN BE FAGGOTS TOGETHER. WE CAN LISTEN TO THIS ALBUM TOGETHER WHILE CRYING A STORM AND SEWING EACH OTHER OVERSIZED FLIMSY-LOOKING EMO SWEATERS AND CUDDLE EACH OTHER'S FAGGOT ASSES TO SLEEP. AND WHEN YOU DO FALL ASLEEP I CAN PULL OUT MY TEN METER SKIN FLUTE AND BLOW SOUR NOTES ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING UGLY FACE YOU STUPID EMO FAGGOT. OKAY. BUT IMAGINE IF SKY ACTUALLY CAME FALLING ONE DAY THOUGH. THEN THE MAYAN CIVILIZATION WOULD POINT AT US AND LAUGH FOR MAKING SUCH A MOCKERY OF THEIR PRIMITIVE BERRY-PICKING FAGGOT WAYS FOR SO FUCKING LONG NOW. I HATE THE MAYAN CIVILIZATION OR ANY OTHER CENTRAL AMERICAN NATIVE CIVILIZATIONS FOR THAT MATTER. WHAT DO THEY DO FOR A GODDAMN LIVING ASIDE FROM RUBBING TWO STICKS TO SPARK FIRE IN A CAVE AND POOPING FUCKING HOLES?? WHAT A STINKIN' SHIT WAY TO LIVE AND ABSOLUTELY NO PUN INTENDED YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS.

REMEMBER BACK IN 2001 WHEN IT WAS COMPLETELY ACCEPTABLE TO COMPOSE A HARDCORE/METALCORE ALBUM ENTIRELY BASED ON HEARTBREAKS AND WIMPY RELATIONSHIPS POSSIBLY BASED ON LOVE BETWEEN TWO MEN, AND STILL NOT BE LABELLED AS FAGGOTS WHICH WE ALL INHERENTLY WERE? ME TOO. BUT NOWADAYS THIS IS NO LONGER ACCEPTABLE. INSTEAD, HATE, DESPAIR, ABOMINATION, AND OTHER MISERABY BLASPHEMOUS AND ANTI-CHRIST THEMES SHALL REIGN SUPREME PRIOR TO BECOMING ACCEPTED IN THE COMMUNITY FULL OF HEAVILY TATTOOED FAT FUCKS WITH BEARDS. GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME AT SHOWS YOU NASTY ASS CHILD MOLESTERS. IF I HAD A DOLLAR FOR EVERY TIME SOME MORBIDLY OBESE HATE MOSHING ASSHOLE STAGE-DOVE ON MY FUGLY HEAD, I WOULD HAVE ALREADY FILED FOR RETIREMENT AND MOVED TO WEST PALM BEACH IN FLORIDA WHILE DRINKING WATERFALL CHAMPAGNE STRAIGHT OUT OF SOME HOLLYWOOD BITCH'S PUSSY , YOU DUMBASS NO-LIFERS. BUT I WOULD NEVER GET THAT MUCH MONEY, FOR THE SAME REASONS WHY NOTHING IN THIS INDUSTRY IS EVEN REMOTELY PROFITABLE ANYMORE. THIS FUCKING MUSIC IS DEAD AND ALL YOU TEENAGE TOUGH GUY FAGGOTS WHO PROUDLY EMBRACED YOUR CREW, BROTHERHOOD, TATTOOS AND THE MOTTO OF "LIVE YOUR LIFE HOW YOU WANT TO" ARE NOW BEING EXPLOITED IN A QUASI-LEGAL CONSTRUCTION FIRM WHILE OVERWORKED AND UNDERPAID. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAA. THE AWESOME LEGACY OF HARDCORE KIDS.

ONE OF THESE DAYS I MAY CONSIDER GOING TO ATTEND A HARDCORE SHOW WITH AN EXPLOSIVE TRIGGERED BY A BUTTON STRAPPED ONTO MY FUCKING CHEST. SO THE FIRST DICKWAD TO HATE MOSH INTO MY SCRAWNY CHEST DELIBERATELY WILL SET THE WHOLE COMMUNITY VENUE INTO EXPLOSION. AS THE DEBRIS OF THE BUILDING MELTS INTO THE FIRE, YOU FAGGOTS CAN WATCH THE SKY COME FALLING FROM THE ABOVE DURING THE LAST FIVE SECONDS OF YOUR MISERABLE LIVES. PERHAPS THE MOMENT YOUR LIFE FLASHES THROUGH YOUR EYES WOULD BE WHEN YOU'D BE REMINDED THAT LESS THAN A DECADE AGO, YOU USED TO ACTUALLY BE A SCRAWNY LITTLE WEAK-ASS PUSSY WHO LISTENED TO METALCORE AS OPPOSED TO THIS PRETENTIOUS BUFF-FACED TOUGH GUY FAGGOT YOU THINK YOU ARE NOW.