I wish I was immortal just so I could spend adequate time elaborating my hatred for stinkin fart lenk a turd’n park. Rather rape and cannibalise pre-op-post-op albino gender-neutral siamese triplet red haired black Chinese incest flipper babies with Fukushima gills to travel back in time as a timely dickfart that caused President Abraham Lincoln to jostle in his booth and so not be shot and have slavery continue to possibly avoid this band from being formulated in a petri dish somewhere behind Choronzon’s bottle of 1776 Jenkum at Capital Hill.
How is it elevator music if hearing it makes you feel like shit.
This album is being interrogated for accessory to Chris Cornell’s alleged suicide.
Yano what I like about the new album?