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.
Johnny M wrote:
At which stage will my eyes start to go funny ...
Johnny is the ring leader.
Sucking up to teacher ..?
Marky must out getting pies.
I missed my turn.
Pies? Me? What are you saying?
I was looking for episodes of American Dad on BitTorrent if you must know. But apparently they re-ran the pilot episode this weekend so I didn't need to
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.
—Bertrand Russell
When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
And your mom would sink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try
Down at the river one day waits the ghost
Turning into the people that we hide from the most
And I'll swing from those stars and you'll run through the trees
Like Venus in April with mud on your knees
And if death hangs around and he laughs at us all
Seems the higher we get, the further we fall
Oysterband - The shouting end of life:
Gunpowder, whisky, fallingoff the wire
Anything could put me in that ever after choir
Hacks that want to see me shuffle off the shelf
I hand them each a bottle, I say
Go f**k yourself
Down at the river one day waits the ghost
Turning into the people that we hide from the most
And I'll swing from those stars and you'll run through the trees
Like Venus in April with mud on your knees
And if death hangs around and he laughs at us all
Seems the higher we get, the further we fall