Admit it, you ain’t it.
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Today is the third anniversary of Monster’s passing. He was my first, and only first, Ragdoll.
Anthrax, Got The Time is a long-running (har har) mental note to myself. To me, it represents exactly what you think it would… overextending yourself in this world, and it never stops.
The Bigger Picture, oh how you have impacted me for so many years. “When I see the distant lights illuminate the night then I will know I am home.” So amazing.
The Antidote, you gave me my signature toast… Here’s to the Eve Of the Day which will never come, And here’s to Retreat To ease the pain.
Temptation is a bitch, and this ain’t about you or yours. I don’t think there is more needed in this subheading to ensure we know ALL know how clear my fucking feelings are.
The bitter end is that I didn’t get to go to the show.
Finisterra – A light at the end of the world. Part of me wants to note that the only light at the end of the tunnel is another train. Or another life in this case. Or not.
To be unsung is to not be celebrated or praised. And to quote the lyrics, “To die unsung would really bring you down”. I think that speaks clearly
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