nothing been aling chicken!

this is something i have been preaching to JARR about ...
except the creeping hands of death
that
much to the dispised fooled , that would say that the hands of death,
you like you to feel that all is ok . you made it...
matureity is of the comforts of the soul and then you die gently but
then there is
Texas,
and heavy metal, and beer

and so the fuck what!

Its one of my perching statements that would say that , the most orginal pionts to my voice would be the orgins to who you might be?,.
that the place you are from might,.
just might
govern the most orginal thing about,
(thats it)
it might be the way you speek, the ways you act of
God forbid don't act
its your up bringings, and it might be the only thing unique about you?

and
damn be the fool you says they won't advicated it, or scrandal who they be push it,.
its all you got's
i am preach'in hear can you hear the call ,.drek,!
it might be the fierces God that might riase to the top , but then
it might be the
soul who transends it to another,
this is the cult,
it,
metal-egotism- and God
this

which might had retired to Texas,

its that old feeling, that might say,
" i am hear and i see these things, let me show you cause nobody will,."

Metal music is about presentations

and lets face it nobody gives a fuck,!

. and much like the the rooster who wakes
before dawn,.
its cry scares the dead from the deadnessss of its sleep,
its a cry of the ego

its that, that says i am here
this is a place,.
in the mindst of darkeness
@#!!#$@!#$#$$@#
?<>?<<>?
@!##@#~!

who knows
ill just go on preaching
cocko duouddle dooo
muther fuckers!

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Posted by chickengeorge at October 18, 2006 11:22 PM