05/02/2016
Know what’s messed up? I mean soul-crushingly, mind-numbingly messed up?
I’ll tell you.
What’s soul-crushingly, mind-numbingly messed up is that Lemmy:
never met BABYMETAL:
Just think about the metalliferous day that never dawned, when time would have curled back on itself at long last and the Ouroboros’ forky tongue would have flicked its scaly tail. I’m even almost absolutely pretty sure the Mayans predicted the Metal Millennium (don’t quote me on that).
And we could have made it happen. We should have made it happen, if we’d only thought of it.
But we all screwed up, and now… Never.
Ah well. Headobang.
Jos. |
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