That Otha Shit: The Killers
When We Were Young
Read My Mind
For Reasons Unknown
Bones
Rattling the cage I call insanity, I entrench my gut wrenching emotions and channel that immersed passsion towards a powerful energy I call Kiss My Ass. If I don't make say "Grimey, retarded" after a visit, I am not doing my good deed! Oh, and if you hadn't noticed, the music is my knowledgeable forte.
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