Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
if I were a certain member, I'd do a bad version of that
but I'm not
so I won't
"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
WHY DID THEY TAKE MR HAPPY DOWN? I know it was some time ago now (um about 1992 kind of time) but I still mourn his loss.
You know, when you're going onto the M8 at Cardonald... was it the conjunction of a happy smiling face and the road to Paisley that the toon cooncil just thought too ridiculous?
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
"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
"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
ok...i can handle the truth: what exactly is the blast party of the century, and am i not invited simply because that's the best way to guarantee my attendance?
"And all my promises are lies
All my love is hate
I am the Politician, and i decide your fate"
not being elitist or over particular but - house is a feeling or in my case a small bungalow on Glasgow's South side
family and family friends will be there, I have to consider them, I've known them for longer
"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
what would The Mum tell her buddies ~ "Oh he's some mentalist speed freak that dabbles in allsorts of poodle poking, puckering, pedantry, pummeling and peas 'n gravy"?
I think not...
"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
"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
"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
DR ~ probably best not (doubt she'd notice, but...) Claire's Mum ~ sorry missus, we're not from your bracket but I do ken you types do enjoy 'slumming' it sometimes, so ok
PS. there will be a retired 'Hiedie' at it
"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
James Blast wrote:Claire's Mum ~ sorry missus, we're not from your bracket but I do ken you types do enjoy 'slumming' it sometimes, so ok
PS. there will be a retired 'Hiedie' at it
Her "bracket"? Ma maw's fae Kilbirnie, Ja-mes Floodland indeed
(And ma da's fae Maryhill - born just near The Viking, for all you Glesga cultural afficionados. They were "upwardly mobile" and broke out of the ghetto )
By the way, The Mum won't really be coming, she doesnae want to cramp my style
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
"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