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yeahhhh
tool album rocks. it really does okay. i realize that it's probably not cool to like tool, but i gladly bow out of the "like what's cool" pitchfork scene. i know that the hot topic mall phlegm give tool and tool t-shirts a bad name, but that's an interesting aspect of tool, the break-stuff crowd and the people who just happen to loooooooooove rhythm crowd. i'm of the latter camp. tool is rhythm. some have argued that the new album is all the same chord. i say, no matter. the guitarist is a rhtyhm guitarist. it's allllll about the rhythm, which is why i really really get down to tool. now enter maynard james keenan. he's unfortunately demystified himself a bit with a perfect circle and his vineyard and making himself seen more. so he gets tagged now as overly dramatic, etc. well you know what, it's entertainment. i dont want my rockstar to be real and to miss all of his notes, where am i going to get my catharsis, huh? shit. taste gets too complex sometimes. i'll listen to myself sing about work in the shower if i want indy rock. these lyrics are good, interesting, the man can sing and yell very well, he sounds great, what more can i ask for? nothing. i'm not going to let anything spoil this, it's the last angsty rock band i have left from highschool that i still respect.
i've decided that my girlfriend has perfect feet. we went shoe shopping yesterday. when you go shoe shopping you start noticing other girls and their nasty floppy toes flopping around everywhere getting toejam and nail crust all over the place. then i see my girl's little tiny perfect feet, with the toes all in proper order starting with the big toe and progressively getting smaller in a perfect line down to the little toe, and they're all brown and latin like little dinner rolls. they're quite nice, i guess i need to consider myself lucky i'm not with a chick with a couple of boats with toes with four to five joints all crooked and tore up and bent and rusty and gangreen half rotting off, or like where the pinky is completely sideways, practically upside down and mashed underneath the next toe scraping against the ground leaving a trail of dead bunyun behind
so should i check out this gym on my way home from work? the only way i'm going to become a hulking sex machine is if i pay good money for it, otherwise i'll be too lazy.
tool album rocks. it really does okay. i realize that it's probably not cool to like tool, but i gladly bow out of the "like what's cool" pitchfork scene. i know that the hot topic mall phlegm give tool and tool t-shirts a bad name, but that's an interesting aspect of tool, the break-stuff crowd and the people who just happen to loooooooooove rhythm crowd. i'm of the latter camp. tool is rhythm. some have argued that the new album is all the same chord. i say, no matter. the guitarist is a rhtyhm guitarist. it's allllll about the rhythm, which is why i really really get down to tool. now enter maynard james keenan. he's unfortunately demystified himself a bit with a perfect circle and his vineyard and making himself seen more. so he gets tagged now as overly dramatic, etc. well you know what, it's entertainment. i dont want my rockstar to be real and to miss all of his notes, where am i going to get my catharsis, huh? shit. taste gets too complex sometimes. i'll listen to myself sing about work in the shower if i want indy rock. these lyrics are good, interesting, the man can sing and yell very well, he sounds great, what more can i ask for? nothing. i'm not going to let anything spoil this, it's the last angsty rock band i have left from highschool that i still respect.
i've decided that my girlfriend has perfect feet. we went shoe shopping yesterday. when you go shoe shopping you start noticing other girls and their nasty floppy toes flopping around everywhere getting toejam and nail crust all over the place. then i see my girl's little tiny perfect feet, with the toes all in proper order starting with the big toe and progressively getting smaller in a perfect line down to the little toe, and they're all brown and latin like little dinner rolls. they're quite nice, i guess i need to consider myself lucky i'm not with a chick with a couple of boats with toes with four to five joints all crooked and tore up and bent and rusty and gangreen half rotting off, or like where the pinky is completely sideways, practically upside down and mashed underneath the next toe scraping against the ground leaving a trail of dead bunyun behind
so should i check out this gym on my way home from work? the only way i'm going to become a hulking sex machine is if i pay good money for it, otherwise i'll be too lazy.