So I'm pretty sure I've only posted once in this thread....with an actual picture of myself. Here goes...
This is my band. I'm the one in the striped jacket.
Shredding...
Sorry they're so big. I'm too lazy to resize them right now.
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know.
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore..
maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers....
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Originally Posted by Shooting Star
Remember kids: It's only real metal if the vocalist sounds like he's vomiting up a fetus. \m/
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