When the scientists find our remnants, what will they say? When they find our bloated carcasses ridden with sickness and cancers, what will they find? And what…what will they say? Will they recognize our self-abuse as a product of the abusive hands that molded our lives? Or will we remain, a mystery? Deformed from malnourishment our blood coagulated and inced with disease: the preservatives, the alcohol, the cigarettes. The meat we gorged ourselves on, for all those years. Will they recognize our self abuse as a product of the abusive hands that molded our lives? As experts scratch their heads as doctors shake their hands and wonder what we’ve done.
This is a for-real younger/older of Heidi Klum, and it is blowing my effing my into pieces. Does this mean the green-haired 7th grader in me will grow up to be a rich and famous fashionista? #godihopeso
I was at this show. City of Caterpillar, pg.99, Majority Rule, Darkest Hour, and Pig Destroyer. It was the best show of my life, and that was 10 years ago. No music has captured me as much as these bands, and no live show has topped this one.