Wanna knock one out real quick
So I've been on this bend of like doom/drone and post-rock and stuff. less like extreme music thats more beautiful and what have you. However after listening to Fuck the Facts (Montreal's best grindcore band) and Built Upon Frustration--i understand that there will always be a place in my heart for music that makes me want to tear another human being apart with my bare heands.
The Fag (sic) Fotball game went horribly. The game ended due to mercy ruling because we were down 21-0. I was great on the line and mercilous on D, 2 interseptions, about 5 tackles and 1 deflection. However other han the Chamillionaire's Club Crew (Paul, Brosef, myself) our team was terrible and acting like fucking douchebags. There's a possibility that we may all leave the team but I want to still play it out.
Tonight I'm going to some haunted house gig instead of the suicide girls tour. Scares over pasty covered nipples. Why am I not depressd? In the last few weeks I've seenenough titties to last me till Friday or saturday.
The exterminator came yesterday and we've already gotten like 6 or 7 mice. Last night one of them got caught on his back and I had to put it out of it's misery. It's the first time I've actively killed a mammal. It's weird to take the life of another thing and then dig it's grave. We give them all names and tombstones with something funyn written on it. However the two I had to dispose of this morning were buried without a stone or cross.
I think I have become more metal than ever before. That and I frighten people on the field because I get all the anger in my out, out there, and use it agaist the other team. I almost knocked some kid out with a block yesterday. Basically if it wasn't for Brosef's inspired play--I'd be team MVP.
The Fag (sic) Fotball game went horribly. The game ended due to mercy ruling because we were down 21-0. I was great on the line and mercilous on D, 2 interseptions, about 5 tackles and 1 deflection. However other han the Chamillionaire's Club Crew (Paul, Brosef, myself) our team was terrible and acting like fucking douchebags. There's a possibility that we may all leave the team but I want to still play it out.
Tonight I'm going to some haunted house gig instead of the suicide girls tour. Scares over pasty covered nipples. Why am I not depressd? In the last few weeks I've seenenough titties to last me till Friday or saturday.
The exterminator came yesterday and we've already gotten like 6 or 7 mice. Last night one of them got caught on his back and I had to put it out of it's misery. It's the first time I've actively killed a mammal. It's weird to take the life of another thing and then dig it's grave. We give them all names and tombstones with something funyn written on it. However the two I had to dispose of this morning were buried without a stone or cross.
I think I have become more metal than ever before. That and I frighten people on the field because I get all the anger in my out, out there, and use it agaist the other team. I almost knocked some kid out with a block yesterday. Basically if it wasn't for Brosef's inspired play--I'd be team MVP.
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