Confined to a house that never remains clean.
To a bed where the ill never get well.
I cough ceaselessly into the night.
The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold.
Sitting quietly in scorching reimagined suburbia.
There is no ocean for me. There is no glamour. Only the mirage of water
ascending from the asphalt. I gaze at it from the oven of my home.
also this is a great lyric
I am gonna throw a dictionary out a window do not do this to me English
DONT DO THIS TO ME
english is basically frankenstein's monster, an unwieldy amalgamation of disparate parts sewn together and given terrifying, unholy life
the suburban lawn is a blight. who decided this should be a thing. high maintenance, high impact (both ecologically and financially) and hideous to look at
like all the stuff in grim dawn that isnt finished yet is at the end of the game so if i just fuck around a lot and constantly get side tracked trying to make new characters (ie how i always play games like this) itll probably take me at least until…
that just makes me want to like them more, elitism is dumb, there's no inherent truth in genre, all it's good for is descriptive or scholarly purposes imo
well, i guess there's one other thing that 'genre' can mean, and that's to refer to specific …
also Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Die is not quite what i'd call a perfect album lol. i mean its got some pretty kickass moments, Yasmin the Light and The Moon is Down are both great tracks, but imo The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place is much more …
Weakling is rlly, rlly good just so you know
same w/ The Angelic Process
i fucking love the Weakling album
never heard of The Angelic Process before, looks like I have something new to check out now!