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.
Thrash Harry wrote: 600mg Ibuprofen three times a day has yet to soothe the throbbing, burning ache at the base of my spine. Not that I'm one to make excuses.
Ah, I see. So it's evacuate the dance floor next time PIB's around.
There I go again looking for someone else to blame. Didn't stop me dancing my boots off on Sunday. Alcohol numbs everything. Need to spend sometime sorting out my reality. I think I've got a bit carried away with my own publicity. What a weekend. No fall out.
Lock It? Never!
there's heaps more embarrassment to come...
"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
