Providing the feeling of doom is a job for a cowboy. And since genesis, demonocracy has been in ruination. And hell followed with proprioception and impending doom behind the serpent servant that was nailed.dead.risen. and baptized in filth. There will be violence. And as daylight dies while you are wondering if you are alive of just breathing pantera the cowboy slayer from hell will come far beyond driven to reinvent the steel like a morbid angel. And with a vulgar display of power he will engage the killswitch of the iron maiden which will bring the end of heartache to the contortionist’s exoplanet! Just call it the great southern trendkill. After the burial, the faceless sent a rareform creature to akeldama in dreams to invade those that were born of osiris and freshly reigning within the ruins before they went to the higher place and had that big discovery. All that remains is the many fallen ideals of the one who lay dying, fit for an autopsy, with an ocean between us in the shadows of security as he conducts revenants from the grave through the bloodlusting malicious eyes of the dead during a fiery august in which all shall perish because the price of existence is too high. That is the scars of ages and this is where it ends! I, the breather, betrayed the martyrs and breathed in the acacia strain that was floating along the winds of plague when wormwood touched down on the continent and the dead began to walk. Unfortunately the wretched unearth didn’t prepare for the oncoming storm and had to march into the eyes of fire wearing prada with the devil’s zombies, salting the wounds of their carnal repercussions as they killed the crown and toppled struc/tures and substructures, with daggers drawn, into a sea of treachery filled with the ever so observant psycroptic who have animals as leaders. Make sure you wear your veil of maya and bring your id to the whitechapel during the eclipse or it will be exile, and the common man will collapse to a new era of corruption. Now listen here obzen, ima need you to catch 33 and bring meshuggah for my coffee and deflorate the nocturnal ritual of the black dahlia murder at the throne of judgement.
“Everything begins at 4chan. The primordial soup of the internet… IF it’s a meme it generally starts there. All other sites are like filters. they strain out the weaker stuff and allow the stronger to survive….”—
I haven’t felt the urge to legitimately sucker punch somebody in a long time but when two guys are killing a joint in an A Day To Remember pit next to my girlfriend I just feel like putting fist through face. I mean seriously, how big of a loser do you have to be to think “LOL IM SO COOL IM GONNA SMOKE IN THE PIT AT AN INDOOR SHOW!” I don’t have a problem with weed but when you’re forcing other people in very close proximity to you to wade through clouds of smoke when they just want to enjoy the band, I draw the line there. So fuck you, douchey tanktop guy with the skunk-ass weed. Fuck you very much.
“No we don’t! We’re just in love with the idea of being loved. And if we can teach a guy like Jeff to do it then we’ll never be unloved. So we keep running the same scenario over and over hoping for a different result.”—