I am eternally the spectre of ancient baltimore heathen God Jessica Harvell. Jessica, What Shall I Do to Free Myself from your Chains of Shit-Stained Music Criticism?
Release the Twelve (Or Whatever) Sold-out Snakes From your Glorious Head of Bloated Alcoholism and Let Them Roam the Eternal Chasms of My Intestines. There they will find Nothing! And They Will Rot in Eternal Happiness While I sleep!!!
― strgn, Friday, 29 August 2008 08:08 (fifteen years ago) link