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slicepack wrote:I think it's all really rather obvious. I mean, do people not READ what people post? Or the MANNER in which they post?
OK, I for one am baffled by that post... ... and I read it 3 times
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Izzy HaveMercy wrote:If only you look for the little details
Suzanne never forgets that summer in 1959, or was it 69 when the logic and vision had yet to kick in for a top nite out with a snubnose and a ticket for Syria.
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
At about time they deport you to Russia, methinks
There's no Logic in that. Sadly enuff, You could be the one to unveil this plot and shed some Lights on it with a Torch.
Perhaps Eldritch felt the need to just walk away from this black planet, thinking he was between a rock and a hard place. Some kind of stranger would ask why him why he would burn his ribbons while waiting for a valentine, or even if he had the vision thing any longer.
There's an untitled sandstorm in the world, and blood money will contine to flow well after the summer.
Nice tries, peoples, but I don't believe ANY of you are Andrew Eldritch.
I'd have been more convinced if you wrote something along the lines of
"I'm a miserable, ruthless rip-off merchant in platform shoes and a jacket borrowed from Vanilla Ice who thinks it's a great laugh to torture all my loyal and undeserved fans with tantalising hints of fabulous new releases while I drive around central Europe ina battered old Audi beeping my horn whenever I see a pretty lady."
THEN i would have believed you were the real deal.
Andrew Eldritch wrote:I'm a miserable, ruthless rip-off merchant in platform shoes and a jacket borrowed from Vanilla Ice who thinks it's a great laugh to torture all my loyal and undeserved fans with tantalising hints of fabulous new releases while I drive around central Europe ina battered old Audi beeping my horn whenever I see a pretty lady.