And It Was Her Last Winter

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the barren waste is your land, your crops, they were sown to die

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welcome to this rathole I call a blog. my posts are mainly about metal (oh yes ah \m/) and how mundane my life is. if you don't like the stuff here, go fuck yourself. no one gives a crap. you're a sad excuse for a human being.

Sunday, 31 May 2009

continued

As I was saying, I totally get annoyed when you say you people listen to death metal but heck, can't name any legendary bands. And arguably, you probably claim Job For A Cowboy is death metal. I mean come on, JFAC is like peanuts compared to Possessed or Grave.

Anyway, I think I'm going to go have some ice cream so, bye boobs who actually read this pile of shit.

Labels: death metal, deathcore, ice cream, jfac