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DeAge™ : 7447 days • Here since 19 january 2006

Love Contact

Deicide Live at the "Mean Fiddler", London, 08/06/2004

3 jul 06

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I take advantage of the space kindly offered to me to thank myself!

Deicide Live at the "Mean Fiddler", London, 08/06/2004

3 jul 06

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if I forget someone, I apologize!

Deicide Live at the "Mean Fiddler", London, 08/06/2004

3 jul 06

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thank you too, Jim!

Deicide Live at the "Mean Fiddler", London, 08/06/2004

28 jun 06

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no no, who ever said you have to listen to just one genre? That's why they invented rap-metal, so we save on CDs, two for the price of one! Anyway, I'm really sorry that flavio87 isn't a 100% metalhead anymore, it's always the best ones who leave! :)

Nirvana Nevermind

28 jun 06

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Non hai incluso il testo da tradurre. Per favore, invialo e sarò felice di aiutarti con la traduzione.

Deicide Live at the "Mean Fiddler", London, 08/06/2004

28 jun 06

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dear brothers and sisters, you have discovered me: I too have embraced Hip-Hop, no more metal, although deep down the line is very blurred, as can be seen from all these metalheads who magically pair thrash records with rap garbage. Garbage is garbage, after all, and aren't we all just a bunch of garbage collectors?

June Of '44 Engine Takes To The Water

27 jun 06

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beautiful disc.

Motorpsycho Blissard

24 jun 06

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We are out. Alive. But what has changed? The chest is still tight in a vise, and a slender flame still burns at the bottom of the wound. Now, however, it is just a flame. Perhaps we have lost, but could there be a sweeter defeat? The void is both antidote and poison, the storm we find ourselves in, a synthesis of sinful adolescences in a state of coma, a legitimate daughter of the lesser dinosaur, latent schizophrenia. >>> Sorry, what is a daughter of the lesser dinosaur like? Ah well, I just had a moment :)

Motorpsycho Blissard

24 jun 06

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So what’s left for us to do? Not take ourselves too seriously. Seize the moment. Don’t think. And let what needs to happen happen. In this way, sometimes, pieces of broken hearts can sprout, giving birth to precious pearls, little white sighs that awaken us from our stupor.

Motorpsycho Blissard

24 jun 06

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Oh my, lately the trend of prose poetry is blooming, you have all turned to prose poetry. All that’s left for us is to gaze at the sky, touching the sea we will be reborn, deer in spring, the sun will rise upon our ashes, the tree of disillusion resembles us, the stars, the sea, maybe it's that conventional poetry gives me the itch, maybe it's all these clean words lined up but I can't stand them, they all sound the same. I liked this album a bit back in the day.