Sunday, June 05, 2005
About Me

- Name: the engineer
- Location: A cematary plot, In the fucking ground, United States
I am a human train wreck. I see the glass half empty until i throw it at you. I find life to be a cruel joke and, the jokes on us.I drink, and take shots of jager with sleeping pills to go to sleep. I hate relgion, And if there is a god I would love to kick him in the shins for making things stupid sometimes!. Im sure he just sits, and laughs at all of us.
The Dark confessions
- No love lost
- Horns high.....\m/\m/
- A new day...
- Fallen angels
- Fuck the rules....rules are gay!
- The end complete
"And the serpent said nothing.....and just grinned with knowlage."


7 Comments:
Dude I put up as full a detailed account as I could. You are sssssssick.
Congradulations dude. It's the small stuff that gets big things to happen sometimes.:)
thanx man..i owe it 2 you bro!! SLAYER!!!!!!!
congratulations....only wish i'd gotten to see it.
Whoa, I always wondered if people actually won those things.
HELL YEA!!
Deadskin, no wonder you won. Look at this article that was in the Pheonix the night before it!
AIR GUITAR
Every other calendar editor in the world gets to make fun of the Air Guitar Championships. Not us. Nope. We're just a little more pathetic than all those hacks who'll be racking their brains this week for new ways to belabor the obvious. That's right: we're judging the damn thing. And screw you, we're psyched. Let's face it: the least interesting thing about actual guitar shredders is the notes they play. For us, it's all about the hair, the break-your-neckbanging, the extraterrestrial facial expressions. So let's get this out there up front: points off for untucked t-shirts. Real air-guitar geeks show off their belts. Let's do the damn thing right at Harpers Ferry, 158 Brighton Avenue in Allston; call (617) 254-9743.
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