No shit. What is this junk? Pretty boy music is a terrible atrocity that even now poisons the minds of our beautiful women-to-be(some in their 40s still I know be nice though). The creation of a false illusatory image of romance via the vocal chords and several dozen thousand dollars worth of electronic equipment makes our brothers simple acoustic skills seem to pale in comparison. But the raw primal truths of nature will always prevail for the simple essence of pretty boy music is primal seduction and after unveiling that particular horror let me just go on to say that if we purchase enough rifles we may be able to neutralize this threat before realities final days. So fuck pretty boy music and pansy ass bitches everywhere. Die and go to hell where I will still find you and kill you again. What's the point of kiling the dead? Trust me there isn't one and that's precisely why I, nasty boy, will kill all the pretty boys. DIE DIE DIE your hair red and eat pink lasagna but it won't save anyone. NASTY BOYS across the globe can have hope. United we have already unveiled the illusion and it reeks of something far more disgusting than any unwashed hippy could ever hope to achieve.
^ How do we know that you're not a pretty boy but afraid to admit it? It's ok, you can come out of the closet now.
argh! it's all over the place. even the guys at work play yellowcard and fall out boy. wtf? what happened to boys listening to pantera and anthrax?
Its easy. They have too much style and too much image and too much glamor and yet we are supposed to believe they are of the male specie. Their moves tend to be abrupt and sudden and rely on expectations rather than true skill and vision and talent. Basically pretty boys are lame and there's something better out there.
Send it to hell and back. If its worth it, they made it. So one Day I Awoke in Hell I Face my Terror And Find All to Be So Well So I was fine and they were screaming Roaring Growling They Wanted to be free They wanted to be there You know they got to be seen They wanted Free They wanted to Be there They've got to See In the end there's more to you than me There, where we are free; I don't have to be there, For I can see, That you can see, That we can see, That they can't see, ;;; I Awoke in Hell To find All is Well Just because I can see That I have the power to be Eternally Free I don't have to be where I don't want to be where 'Cause wherever I go I go with a flow And wherever I am I be more than I am I live through a Truth that Holds on to Me it makes me see that We all Must Be We All must Be You know we all must feel You know we all are real You know we all love you Yea, you know we do You know we all feel you You know we all see you You know we all care about The you we feel The feel is so real The truth it is to be For all to see Yea for all to see Hey for all to see We must be Everything we can't be We must feel All thats unreal All that's unseen All that transcends And all that Bends And all that Falls and all that Grows and all that lulls and all that Finds and all that climbs and all that slides and all that rides ________________________________ This little jam I just wrote is dedicated to Skip and the HipForums. Thank you for being a friend for so many years.