Since thisnotalt( pretty sure I got the spelling wrong) suggested it, I think I will create a thread just to post my stories. Ok now to find them... *Digs deep into the AMW Section to find his stories*
Oh, I wasnt refering to the poem, but a simple twist on a common adage; Money doesnt buy happiness. But reading the death god one, I see its true for that too, even if the adage was directed at you personnaly.
Uh... No, Alt's the Coldplay fan...
Death and All His Friends? Cemetaries of London? Violet Hill? All Coldplay, but if its the new Greenday, then I have no answer.
Oh Nicho, would you PWEASE tell me when I'm in KOA? Or have you forgotten that you said I would be a *minor* roll. Or have I simply over looked me/him 'cause I/he have/has a differnt name?
I'm more of a rabid MMouse fan then a rabid Coldplay fan, though I listen to a to of Coldplay too.
If you can write about death while listening to NSYNC, imagine what you could write about while listening to old-school Modest Mouse . . . . And I'm lonesome when you're around, and I'm never lonesome when I'm by myself . . . . And I miss you when you're around, and I miss you when you're around . . . .
Totally blind to all consequences, No one shall bind their influences, I will brutally crush all impudence, And strip bare all mortal senses.
Soon I'll unleash all the awesome power, Blasphemous rituals and bloody shower, Thunderbolts striking down King's Tower, Laugh as slaves prostrate and cower.
Do not question all my ambitions, I'm breaking down all stony traditions, Blocking out the restraints and lamentations, Pour the steel and send the termination.
And the wooden stick I hold with care, The spirits and shadows it ensnares, And none, none will I ever spare, They rejected all I made and shared.
