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Released in 2000. In 2000, Pop was mainstream. Like "I love you baaaaaby, dont ever gooo" Now it's rap and hip hop. Like "Yo dawg me and my homie Snoop Doggy Dogg jus' chillin in da back smokin' weed bangin' [garden tools]" :| Fact is, I used to shun everything as bad before I listened to it. I also find mainstream hip-hop highly entertaining, and the same goes for mainstream pop. My turn to be a whiny little [bleep] about mainstream subculture in the UK, right? Over here, we're still in that whiny, pointless post-punk revival fad. We've had some real monstrosities of bands such as Editors, Foals, the Libertines and Franz Ferdinand. I honestly can't think of a single GOOD post-punk revival band. I would much rather people here listen to hip-hop than this self-righteous, indulgent garbage. If you want to make me lose my mind you can just sit me in a room and blast out Babyshambles or something like that. The pretentious indie attitude of most younger people in the UK is horrible. I once recommended my friend a couple of my favourite indie rock bands (as I thought he liked indie rock, not this revival stuff) and he comes back with "this [cabbage] sucks, I'm TOO INDIE for it". Now, I wonder - does the music actually promote this snobby attitude, or do the kids themselves take it upon themselves to act this way? Most of the people into revival bands I know act like this, and it makes striking up a conversation with music incredibly hard because I just end up getting shot down every five seconds for "not being indie enough for us". The attitude of the music, bands and kids that listen to it sums up why post-punk revival makes me want to commit ritual suicide. It's kinda like Run DMC over here, all the kids are into it. And if you say you don't like it, they usually call you uncultured. Even though you know they don't even listen to Run DMC, they just buy the t shirts, because it's the newest fad. If you recommend another rapper, they says they're too old school. What do ya know, idiocy travels all over the world.

When I was going to work, and going to lend my Marilyn Manson CD's out. I put them on the table, and covered them in a [cabbage], while I went to get my shoes and keys to drive. My mom then yells at me for not folding the laundry. Picks up the shirt off table and sees Marilyn's nice rack of boobs, courtesy of Mechanical Animals. Damn. Was she angry. (My parents are hard core Christian)

lol. Sounds like fun. That sounds like half of my school.

Not at all what I expected. But go figures, right? Congrats, don't mess up. =D

So I've never been to a Manson concert, but I saw Mayhem on yt, he kept on running out of breath. =\ Not sure if thats common, though I expect it to be, still... Hey my dog always stinks, you got like dog perfume at the kennel I can buy? I give you bgs. For alll you moderator nazis out there, that was sarcasm.

That was about 1\8th of a mile away from I work. Luckily I didn't have to listen to that [cabbage]. for some reason, I can here the music clearly 2 miles way, but not right down the street where I work.

@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Best song in the world. Before my parents found out I listen to Marilyn Manson, and deleted all of him off my itunes, that song had over 1,800 plays lol. Her mouth was an empty cut She was waiting to fall Just bleeding like a Polaroid That lost all her dolls. Bright Young Things - Marilyn Manson Erm.. song changed. Daylight -Matt and Kim (Bacardi mojito commercial song)

Listen to rap. Then re post that please. Try Flobots T.I. (Paper Trails) Aesop Rock Or simply google search for some. But please, don't be a moron. Disturbed is pretty bad, if you're gonna scapegoat rap for things it's not responsible. Yea, I listen to Manson. If it makes you feel better, this guy at my school tried to blow up our school. I knew him personally. He had 30 pipe bombs, molotov cocktails, and ak 47s (I think.) His favorite band was Disturbed. Now, for me to say Disturbed caused him to want to blow up our school is not only naive, but [developmentally delayed]ed. Anyone who likes Disturbed already is messed up in the head, and they don't need any encourgement to do stupid things, as they are already stupid for listening to Disturbed. Rap can only affect those, who's minds are searching for a truth. They may find this truth in Music, if that's the case, then they'd do anything any music artist told them too. They WILL shoot up stores to get more "50geez" for their 'hos'. Or, they could be like me, they love the beats, the interesting use of instriuments, the poetry, and how every line rhymes, 9 times out of 10. I listen to songs about killing [garden tool]'s, even tough I don't have a [garden tool], nor would I kill one if I had. I like the way it sounds, and besides, most people who listen to rap aren't gangstas, but all people who listen to bands like Disturbed are gay. This is my biased and offensive view, I don't care. Don't take it personally; I didn't.

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cool story brah <33

Rock Is Dead - Marilyn Manson ofc. lol. [yt]syrrhcq3aMw[/yt] I really don't like how he's in drag this whole album. Lol.

I got woken up today at 9:02 am, after going to bed at 5 am. My boss yelling at me, cuz we were missing 40$, he doesn't think I took it, he knows I didn't, but I'm always supposed to call him when money is missing, Because we had some stealing money who we had to fire. And corporate is coming in from Friday-Sunday, because we're doing so badly. (money wise) which doesn't really make sense, the only complaints we ever get is that we don't have hardshell tacos. I'm not looking forward to Saturday. I drove my bro to work (he works at my job as well, he's 21,I'm 18, and I'm his boss lol) I got home, listened to my mom tirade once again about how Obama is bringing this country down. I don't like Obama, and most people know, but my mom has this deep hatred for him, and any Democrat. Every Democrat is the worst ever. I'm tired of it. Then I baby sat my sister, all day. My only day off this week, and I now know the tune to Suite Life with Zack and Cody. My dad came home yelling cause he was late to Work again. He told me to go take a three mile walk outside, because I told him to shut the [bleep] up, and no one cares about his [bleep]ing job. He said it would make me happy. So I grabbed my ipod, and listened to MM and played Robo Defense on my google phone. Which let me say, for a game that's free, is way more fun then RuneScape. Kinda sad tbh. Came home, sat at the table as m family gorged on pig intestines and cloven hoofs from pigs injected with a wanna be cheese paste, affectionately known as Bratwursts. I just sat there. Went up stairs, wrote some songs, messed around on my piano, came down stairs to see why my parents were fighting. The show was dumb >.< Came back upstairs, and started posting on TIF. Fun fun. Can't wait for my 4-midnight shifts to start back up tomorrow til next monday. Fun. Here's a tip folks, never be a leader, Ironically, it gets you nowhere in life. Well at least in fast food. This is the Suite Life...

[bleep]in lucky mannnn

I hate thieving.

Fun is relative. :P Once again, great job.

So true! And yet, still one of my favorite cartoon movies. That's quality animation, that, Lion King, Toy Story. Not the new [cabbage]. Pixar is the only company I respect now a days.

I have them a lot. In fact, when I fall asleep, I either see black for one to two seconds, and open my eyes and it's 11 am, or it's a nightmare. [hide=Picture of "frightening" clown] Remember this guy?[/hide] Most Common:Well here's the dream, it's relatively short, but if I ever wake up after having the nightmare, when I fall back asleep I have it again. It's a cloudy day, it rained but I don't know when. My mom says its time for me to go get the mail. I want to get it so bad, I've been waiting for it. But I'm scared, because whenever my brothers and sisters go to get it, they never come back. (I don't really understand the logic of how this dream could be reality since I only have 2 bros and 2 sis') Anyways, I open the door, and run outside, the temperature is my favorite ever, cool, a nice breeze running through, I feel so refreshed on my run to the mailbox. I open the box, and I pull out some mail. But I can't read it. it's in English, but I don't know what its saying, (and whenever I wake up and think about the dream, the more I wonder what the mail says, the faster I forget what happened in the dream) then as I'm yelling in triumph that I got the mail, I turn and see the clown pictured above riding a unicycle extremely fast, holding a machete with blood, mold, dirt, and water. But I think the water is tears from all the kids he killed. He rides up, and chops off my head and as my head hits the ground, I see all the other kids in then neighborhood getting the heads chopped off as they all got the mail at the same time. I see my mom, holding her cup of tea ( my mom never drinks tea in real life) shes laughing, and sings "Hush Little Baby" as she walks through the door. Blood is running all over the streets, and even though I'm technically decapitated, cuz my head is chopped off, I just want to know why. The clown bikes back by, and he's smiling, and says "if only" and I wake up. I always wake up after he says that, I've never not waken up. I used to have that dream every night for 4-8 years. I first had it when I saw the commercial on tv for it when the game first came out. I still have that dream, and I'm still the 8 year old kid. Most Meaningful: It's Sunday. I wake up, it's Church day and I'm ready. I have my 45 cents worth of tithe that I can't wait to put in the offering plate. I run over to my parents, but they don't want to wake up. They say God's dead. Long live no one. I yell that they;re having a night mare, they need to wake up, we need to go to church fast, we can't be late. We're always late. (We were late every Sunday for 6-7 years, and we lived two minutes from Church.) As I'm yelling for them to wake up, I am suddenly 16(I don't know what age I was earlier in the dream, I just remember feeling 16 out of nowhere) my mom yells "you're 16 Sam, go to Church yourself, we're about to sacrifice The Lewis' baby (our neighbors were called the Lewis') to the TV in hope we can get HBO back!" so I say "God Bless!" and grab my Bible, my 45 cents, and get into the car. The car smells like Sin. I drive to Church. I get out and run as fast as I can. It's 9:59 and 48 seconds, thats what my watch says. I go to open the door, but notice my shoe's untied. I can't be mis dressed for Church. I tie it in 12 seconds, go to grab the door, and it's 10:00 and one second. I'm late. I run in anyways, and try to find a seat. Pastor Wally is saying God loves those who pray to him every night and day, and give money to Pastor Wally. And God hates everyone who is late to Church. He points at me and saying "Thou art condemned to hell." and out of nowhere, the Church ushers, some teenagers I've never seen before, grab me, and try to choke me to death with rosaries ( I was Presbyterian at that point) and stab with my crucifixes that are pointed, they hit me in the side where Jesus was pierced. Then they grab me and put me on these planks. They tie me down and then shoot a staple gun into my hands so I'n nailed to a board. They lift up the pseudo cross I'm on, and march down the aisle way to the Pulpit, all the while saying "[bleep] you, [bleep] you, [bleep] you, [bleep] you, Amen." And I see my parents at the front door slicing open a baby and dripping it's blood on the TV remote hoping for HBO. and all the sudden, I either wake up, or go to another dream, but thats the end of that one. Meaning: When I was a little kid, I used to love going to Church. I loved all the kids there, and I loved singing, though I didn't like the songs. But at that Church, if you mis behaved, it was very very encouraged for the parents to take the kids to the Pastors Office and spank the [cabbage] out of them. All the sudden, we left the Church, and have "Church hopped" ever since, My parents never told me why we switched. I think the dream was my brain's way of interpreting my emotions. I love God, and Jesus. Call me a religious zealot\ fanatic, I don't care. But I HATE with all my soul, the Christian Church, and the cesspool it's become. It's full of pedophiles, and bureaucrats, and politicians, and pastor\ bankers, trying to extort wealth. It spreads misogyny and hate towards anyone who isn't them. That's not Jesus. And thus I hate Church, and when I go there, in my attempt to be "Hardcore" I guess, I hum Marilyn Manson songs. Also, my parents hated HBO, and when I was 6, turned off the TV ( they called COX to come and turn off cable) til I was eight. And even now they want to cut if off again, to stop the poisoning of their Children. Wack nightmare:I'm in a neighborhood, and it's one I'm familiar with, but never seen before. And there are spiders that look like Shelob running all over the neighborhood, eating people. And I'm just running away from them. But they always form a web over me, and suck "light" out of me, call me filthy, and then eat me. I get this dream about three times a week. No idea what it's about.[/hide] One time nightmare: I had this in Eight grade. I was homeschooled from second-seventh grade. (God called my parents to homeschool. I literally was truant for six years, I learned nothing. My mom was too busy running her business from home. ) So in Eighth grade, it was a rough time. I had no idea what was popular, what wasn't. My neighborhood had only old people. So naturally I made a fool out of myself countless times, like I had no idea how to work a locker combination, I had no idea what a book cover was. Or that I needed a pass to go to the bathroom. Although, I still knew way more than anyone there, and they had school for 6 years, while I didn't. anyways, after a while, I became cool with most kids, even though I was a snitch. I don;t really know why, it doesn't do anything. But these three guys hated me so much. And out of nowhere, I had this dream they were in the bathroom, and I saw them, they were washing their eyes out. And so I took a pack of pens out, and stabbed them in the "back" then repeatedly smashed their faces into the sinks til they bled and bled and bled. While I was smashing their faces, I "felt" my body clawing at my stomach, and I woke up with blood, not a lot, but some. I yelled at them "why" but they had no mouths. (Much like Neo in the Matrix when he's interrogated) and finally I smash them one more time against a urinal. And turned them around to face me, and it's my mom, my dad, and Jesus. P.S., is this is too big a post, I'll put in hide tags.

Anime Death Metal Black Metal Metal in general (besides MM which isn't even metal, at least I don't think so) Baseball WATCHING Football. ( I love playing it though) Beer Liquor. (I tried some cocktails my parents made after they went to bed, it had like vodka, white rum, some mixer, and triple sec. It was so [bleep]ing gross.) Classic Rock Scientology Global Warming Hinduism Calamari. (but taste buds do change every seven years, so who knows) Saxophone Clarinet Jazz Farewell To Arms Catch-22 (both books were awful, I read them both for my own reasons, but what horrible written books. there must be something I'm missing.) Hannah Montana Jonas Brothers Cinderella Bullet For My Valentine Christian Music K-Love (Christian music station) Steven Curtis Chapman Chris Tomlin Rich [bleep]in mulllins. Richard Simmons Twilight Christopher Lowell

I hate Marilyn Manson. Doesnt he practice LaVern Satanism? If he does then I dont really see why they're protesting it. Its just another religion, although if its theistic satanism then I could see why. He's basically a Humanist in Satanic clothing. But my parents are morons. And they hate everything that isn't them.

Both great albums. MA is a sick cover. :thumbsup: Mine:

A wonderful story? Ok. I just don't really get when people say "great story!", but whatever. 10\10 Easily. Herblore is a really fun skill and I'm glad someone else appreciates it. I'm only 80 right now, but I hope to go for 90 after 90 Construction. Best of luck on 99 Farm. (I assume you're going for that.)

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:lol: Am I being trolled?

Don't put yourself so highly up, your tower might fall. But yes, I do find these lyrics talented. [hide=]"Man That You Fear" The ants are in the sugar The muscles atrophied We're on the other side, the screen is us and we're t.v. Spread me open, Sticking to my pointy ribs Are all your infants in abortion cribs I was born into this Everything turns to [cabbage] The boy that you loved is the man that you fear Pray until your number, Asleep from all your pain, Your apple has been rotting Tomorrow's turned up dead I have it all and I have no choice but to I'll make everyone pay and you will see You can kill yourself now Because you're dead In my mind The boy that you loved is the monster you fear Peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark, You've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars Pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear Pray your life was just a dream The cut that never heals Pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream (I am so tangled in my sins that I cannot escape) Pinch the head off, collapse me like a weed Someone had to go this far I was born into this Everything turns to [cabbage] The boy that you loved is the man that you fear Peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark, You've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars Pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear Pray your life was just a dream The cut that never heals Pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream The world in my hands, there's no one left to hear you scream There's no one left for you When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed "Mechanical Animals" We were neurophobic and perfect the day that we lost our souls Maybe we weren't so human But If we cry we will rust And I was a hand grenade That never stopped exploding You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god I am never gonna be the one for you I am never gonna save the world from you But they'll never be good for you Or bad to you They'll never be anything Anything at all You were my mechanical bride You were phenobarbidoll A manniqueen of depression With the face of a dead star And I was a hand grenade That never stopped exploding You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god I am never gonna be the one for you [chorus repeat] This isn't me I'm not mechanical I'm just a boy playing the suicide king[/hide]