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tcr!
· Dec 4, 2013 at 8:26 am
anything can happen
as we make our way
home from the clubwe could both be flattened
by a double decker city bus
otherwise a perfect night
if we’re not dead before it endswe could live forever
but we’ll never get
this chance again…don’t you worry,
don’t think about
tomorrow morning,
what’s your hurry?
just focus on tonightwe could fall in love
and trade this city
for a change of pace,
find our slice of paradise
and give our babies hippie namesmaybe we’ll both hate each other
shitty sex ‘n seperate beds
we could get restraining orders
vow to never speak again…
on second thought let’s not say names,
I’ll just be me and you be you,
two perfect strangers being sneaky
with a flask of booze,
no need to think of any clever
pick up lines to usei’ve got a stack of records
you just bring your dancing shoestonight i’ll drop the needle,
pop a bottle, sit back and just watch you
tcr!
· Dec 3, 2013 at 11:52 am
My favorite thing about Death Metal English is that it isn’t subject matter-specific. Of course, it works best when you’re talking about Satan, or Lovecraft, or murder or whatever. But you can turn pretty much any phrase or sentence into fodder for a sick death metal song using the same tropes:
Normal English…
“Commuting to work”Death Metal English…
“TRANSPORTATION OF THE WAGEBOUND UNTO THE NEXUS OF PERPETUAL QUOTIDIAN ENSLAVEMENT”
The caps are important when talking and/or writing in Death Metal English.
tcr!
· Dec 2, 2013 at 11:15 pm
So apparently you’re supposed to eat bananas upside down to get less of the stringy stuff.
tcr!
· Dec 2, 2013 at 9:15 pm
The last thing I was thinking before going to sleep is that…
I drank the way I did because I’m an alcoholic, no other reason than that. Sure I was full of hurt and anger but the driving force for me to drink was alcoholism.
Drinking can kinda be like going swimming in a lake. It’s a little dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing, don’t take the proper precautions, yada, yada.
But for an alcoholic it’s like going swimming in the lake with one of those big ship anchors chained to my leg. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get back to shore. Hopelessly treading water while everybody else was drying off and packing up the car.
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