mah day at the beach

Sucked. Ass.


Listened to Khanate (con-ate) on the whole trip, thought I'd share them. Music is creepy as fuck. dissonant, heavily down-tuned guitar/bass figures, extremely slow tempos, swarms of high-pitched feedback, and painfully shrieked vocals..not really for everybody.

I listened to the track "Wings From Spine" so much i memorized the damn lyrics without looking at 'em lol.

It went down bad And it's a sad life When angels break So easily I was bad And it's a sad life When clean hands go foul Help me for the way I am Before it wanes Forgive me Broken angel Broken angel Would an angel forgive? Would I let her? I was bad And it's a sad life When clean hands go foul Angels are easily broken And I broke one I broke one because I could Broken angel Broken angel

So deep that I'm not getting much of it. Anyway, here's Clean Hands Go Foul.

final nail on the khanate coffin. (final album, a parting gift)

try them!

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Tracklist:

1.	Wings From Spine	06:47
2.	In That Corner	09:13
3.	Clean My Heart	11:05
4.	Every God Damn Thing	32:52
Total playing time		59:57

Monster. Monster's Inc.

>my face when

"the sound was nothing like they had ever heard before, and it wasn't quiet. it was so clear, so loud, that it seemed as if it were right next to them. it was like a woman wailing in grief and anguish, weeping over a corpse of a loved one, her cry rising, wavering, holding, then . . . gone. silence. SNAP! CRUNCH. whatever it was, it was coming near them."

Oh boy, the monster must be some kind of a spectre of something. Images of a distorted pregnant witch Barbra Streisand hybrid fills my mind. I'm shitting my pants in excitement. Great book.

"the shadow moved so fast he lost it. he searched, waved his light about. it caught one fleeting image of his wife's body swept up like a toy, arms limp, long brown hair flying. the shadow enfolded her like a blanket. there were heavy bass-note footfalls up the bank, and then . . . nothing."

Holy crap. Distorted pregnant Barbra Streisand hybrid took his wife. Jizz in mah pants, Good book!



>my face when

*wife wakes up*

"from this slight distance she was able to get a full look at her. she was being held by what appeared to be a gorilla . . .

Holy dicking shit nipples.
A motherfucking Sasquatch.

god damn it frank. now it became a chore to read this. crappy book.


*Frank Edward Peretti is a best-selling contemporary evangelical Christian fiction novelist.
Ohhh. So that's why. Well, lesson is, always check what religious cult the author belongs in. or something like that.