[Rob Instigator]

hell fuck yeah this p;ace fucking rules.
i love opinionated musical snobs and wre are all part of it,a nd sonic life to all, and even the assholes are entertaining, and I saw leatherneck's signature at the local gloryhole the ramblings continue, and the lady just finihsed cleaning out the toilet for this is the alopha and the omega of rock message boards

frankly, and no offense to the young'uns, the main reason I enjoy the sonic youth forum is the full spectrum of people older than 21 years that come here and share music ideas and thoughts. some forsums, where all you see are 12-14 year iolds, are death to a 35 year old mofuck like me

[atsonicpark]

I like this board for the following 3 reasons:

1 - 40% of the board is open minded. (Okay, maybe 39.3%)

2 - Trolls and spammers become regular posters.

3 - You can post a picture of a big dick and say fuck a bunch and no one gives a shit unless they're at work and thus, they're secretly coming from the center of the earth in the language of after death and before birth where the man with the nuclear wallet in his back pocket came closer to Utopia than the supposed 30 billion inhabitants on Planet Earth circa 1939 when 26 billion non-Jews died in an “EAT MY HOLACAUST” when he put it all on red one metaphysical night in Vegas and it came up blacker than the ass of jade earrings worn by the princess of Phnom Penh while the court practiced slam-dunkin' Portuguese generals' colonial skulls into canopic jars made from kabbalistic urns in Bombay by the Zoroastrian diasporadics who became porcelain emperors from the profits of home-grown Earl Moghal tea which was made if you may wonder from the tender stalks of famous comedians' scalps because the Iroquois tribe didn't take to hell the notion that piracy was at its peak in the early 20th Century off Long Island,sounding all too coincidentally similar to an old Richard Harris ballad, cracking on a 78 phono player in the droop bend of the Red leather pantheon bar; since the year 2323 will be the year of the future the past isn't what it's going to be for all Sinhalese clarinet blowers hopped up on amyl nitrate gang-rapin' the highway from hell to breakfast at the speed of vomiting diamonds or forever hold your peace trains O.J. Love Boat Breakfast Chariots of mired in the mud autobiographically speaking how the shit has no dame to call and say I drug you for the association if the enhancement of mallard rubles, cube steak also has a vision of Siamese phlegm bouncing into limos from Salvation Army Christmas bells autographed by Hans Muslim Andersen while the balloon full of money floats ever closer to the outwretched palm trees dripping with tabasco floss between your thief and a card face, the Jack of Plutonium to be precise is towards that elusive garlic bulb necklace around Fela Lugosi's Richard Speckled murder scarf up the feces split into through the capital of Lemuria is Antarctica City with a primate marsupial population of minus 100 below Spiro Agnew of Copperopolis wheel of torture fame catapulted his thyroid blandly upon the ruler of the Wong Dynasty, but Monty Hall wasn't pleased with Pat hijacking that Vanna-American flight to the pituitary gland of Max's Convenience Market or to end-all obtusity radio marti-McGraw due to the lion of Zimbabwe being the only blackRussian on the planet, skirt around the muletide, spruce up your glass colon, where a mere comma doesn't stop the bleeding, for an appointment please squat in
the street; quit your grinnin' or drop your linen because the friends at channel eight are watching Westinghouse watch you are the church, I am the steeple open it up and see all the people fighting with margarine moustaches and machete-wielding Moors, who if victorious at the Battle of Tours would've set up a bowling alley in Amsterdam where the freshly beheaded faces would knock down freshly pruned legs, cut above the kneecaps, STRIKE! three little figs are mine, I eat them all the time, to feel the things I shouldn't, and to flap the wings I couldn't, do you understand rhythm as it's crawling along your spine? Can you drink Burmese-produced champagne as a dead-again Christian falls from the sky? It's rainin' Satan. Do you understand granite as you grab it with your right hand cuz you fucked up tryin' to fly? If you were a hundred monkeys all rolled into one would you cut your giant tail off or sweep through Wall Street? Crank your soul up about six notches where the sun becomes your tongue. Don't forget to leave me out of your memory, I've had enough of your thoughtless dung. Thunder of wit, tall, etcetera. I ran over my preacher in my Buick Elektra cuz God came down and he talked to me and opened the gates to set me free and I stain the land from sea to shining sea and there once was a man in a bucket, so God put a straw in to suck it, but there also was someone who kicked the bucket and lived to tell God to go FUCK IT.

[afterthefact]

Originally Posted by al shabbray

its color drippin down, isnt it?

No, it's melting. Like how things melt. WITH YOUR MIND.

[afterthefact]

Originally Posted by atsonicpark

I like this board for the following 3 reasons:

1 - 40% of the board is open minded. (Okay, maybe 39.3%)

2 - Trolls and spammers become regular posters.

3 - You can post a picture of a big dick and say fuck a bunch and no one gives a shit unless they're at work and thus, they're secretly coming from the center of the earth in the language of after death and before birth where the man with the nuclear wallet in his back pocket came closer to Utopia than the supposed 30 billion inhabitants on Planet Earth circa 1939 when 26 billion non-Jews died in an “EAT MY HOLACAUST” when he put it all on red one metaphysical night in Vegas and it came up blacker than the ass of jade earrings worn by the princess of Phnom Penh while the court practiced slam-dunkin' Portuguese generals' colonial skulls into canopic jars made from kabbalistic urns in Bombay by the Zoroastrian diasporadics who became porcelain emperors from the profits of home-grown Earl Moghal tea which was made if you may wonder from the tender stalks of famous comedians' scalps because the Iroquois tribe didn't take to hell the notion that piracy was at its peak in the early 20th Century off Long Island,sounding all too coincidentally similar to an old Richard Harris ballad, cracking on a 78 phono player in the droop bend of the Red leather pantheon bar; since the year 2323 will be the year of the future the past isn't what it's going to be for all Sinhalese clarinet blowers hopped up on amyl nitrate gang-rapin' the highway from hell to breakfast at the speed of vomiting diamonds or forever hold your peace trains O.J. Love Boat Breakfast Chariots of mired in the mud autobiographically speaking how the shit has no dame to call and say I drug you for the association if the enhancement of mallard rubles, cube steak also has a vision of Siamese phlegm bouncing into limos from Salvation Army Christmas bells autographed by Hans Muslim Andersen while the balloon full of money floats ever closer to the outwretched palm trees dripping with tabasco floss between your thief and a card face, the Jack of Plutonium to be precise is towards that elusive garlic bulb necklace around Fela Lugosi's Richard Speckled murder scarf up the feces split into through the capital of Lemuria is Antarctica City with a primate marsupial population of minus 100 below Spiro Agnew of Copperopolis wheel of torture fame catapulted his thyroid blandly upon the ruler of the Wong Dynasty, but Monty Hall wasn't pleased with Pat hijacking that Vanna-American flight to the pituitary gland of Max's Convenience Market or to end-all obtusity radio marti-McGraw due to the lion of Zimbabwe being the only blackRussian on the planet, skirt around the muletide, spruce up your glass colon, where a mere comma doesn't stop the bleeding, for an appointment please squat in
the street; quit your grinnin' or drop your linen because the friends at channel eight are watching Westinghouse watch you are the church, I am the steeple open it up and see all the people fighting with margarine moustaches and machete-wielding Moors, who if victorious at the Battle of Tours would've set up a bowling alley in Amsterdam where the freshly beheaded faces would knock down freshly pruned legs, cut above the kneecaps, STRIKE! three little figs are mine, I eat them all the time, to feel the things I shouldn't, and to flap the wings I couldn't, do you understand rhythm as it's crawling along your spine? Can you drink Burmese-produced champagne as a dead-again Christian falls from the sky? It's rainin' Satan. Do you understand granite as you grab it with your right hand cuz you fucked up tryin' to fly? If you were a hundred monkeys all rolled into one would you cut your giant tail off or sweep through Wall Street? Crank your soul up about six notches where the sun becomes your tongue. Don't forget to leave me out of your memory, I've had enough of your thoughtless dung. Thunder of wit, tall, etcetera. I ran over my preacher in my Buick Elektra cuz God came down and he talked to me and opened the gates to set me free and I stain the land from sea to shining sea and there once was a man in a bucket, so God put a straw in to suck it, but there also was someone who kicked the bucket and lived to tell God to go FUCK IT.

Awesome.

[Rob Instigator]

Ima sine yo piddy on the runny kine

[afterthefact]

Originally Posted by Rob Instigator

Ima sine yo piddy on the runny kine

Pootie Tang Pootie TANG!

Originally Posted by afterthefact

No, it's melting. Like how things melt. WITH YOUR MIND.

no brain = no mind

[SYRFox]

Originally Posted by Rob Instigator

hell fuck yeah this p;ace fucking rules.
i love opinionated musical snobs and wre are all part of it,a nd sonic life to all, and even the assholes are entertaining, and I saw leatherneck's signature at the local gloryhole the ramblings continue, and the lady just finihsed cleaning out the toilet for this is the alopha and the omega of rock message boards

frankly, and no offense to the young'uns, the main reason I enjoy the sonic youth forum is the full spectrum of people older than 21 years that come here and share music ideas and thoughts. some forsums, where all you see are 12-14 year iolds, are death to a 35 year old mofuck like me

I feel offensed.

[PAULYBEE2656]

there is a good reason why this place is awesome..... its because we are all awesome!!!! we make this board.. without us it would just be blue...

pat on the back for us all!!!!

[MellySingsDoom]

Everyone here is Awesome x infinity.

Except me.

Ima bringing the fugly and the fliddiness to this partay.

[atsonicpark]

Really, thinking about it, I've been on this board now for around a THIRD of my life. That's fucking insane...

[Rob Instigator]

melly, you are the most hardcore britgay I have ever run across with yr love of worthy metal.

[afterthefact]

But fugly and fliddiness is what makes this world go 'round.

[Rob Instigator]

I started on sonic forum about 9-10 years ago, and am turning 35, so over 1/4 of my life I have been sonically fucking you all in the ear with my bullshittty

[afterthefact]

I started here about 2.5 years ago, And I'm just about to turn 25, so if you like take out that . then that's like all my life! JEEZERS OMG?!?

[_slavo_]

Originally Posted by atsonicpark

Really, thinking about it, I've been on this board now for around a THIRD of my life. That's fucking insane...

you're 9?

[floatingslowly]

it is awesome, but not nearly as much as a rainbow unicorn is.

 

^^^I'll come back when yr all done masturbating to this picture.

[Kegmama]

 

[afterthefact]

Originally Posted by floatingslowly

it is awesome, but not nearly as much as a rainbow unicorn is.

 

^^^I'll come back when yr all done masturbating to this picture.

tru dat.

[SYRFox]

Originally Posted by floatingslowly

it is awesome, but not nearly as much as a rainbow unicorn is.

 

^^^I'll come back when yr all done masturbating to this picture.

Stop having organic fantasies, you robot!