I like hard core music.
I like hard core sex.
I like hard core movies.
I like hard core drunkenness.
I like hard core debate.
I like hard core books.
I like hard core pictures.
I like hard core dancing.
I like hard core loving.
I like hard core shit.
I like hard core.
So fuck you all.
Fuck off. Die.

When you drink, drink, drink, and then stop. I don't mean the alcoholic nausea.
Everything's so nice and mellow and purple and dear. And then suddenly it's nothing. For no apparent reason.
Dance and the music stops. Clatter disappears. Everybody's sleepy, drunk or half drunk. Going home.
I've come to realize that The Pogues help a lot in these situations. Even though they sometimes drive you to drinking too. They are perfect for filling those alcoholic holes in the mind.
Sleep.

卐 卍 -> they're kissing!

Well, where to start?
First to say, I'm not a nazi nor a communist. The only reason why I like their images or stuff is because I am amused with it and I love WW2. One more thing - when I see those gray stars where the images of artists should be, I get a sudden urge to upload an image of the artist.
The other day, I got muted by last.fm (meaning I couldn't write anything anywhere on last.fm, only send private messages. Then I got this PM:

''First warning: Violation of Last.fm Community Guidelines and Terms of Use…

Some gay people were going around listening to Slayer.

Some ungay people were going around listening to Justin Timberlake.

Ungay people wanted to fight gay people because they were gay. Gay people wanted to fight ungay people for listening to gay music.

I took my home-made ''Extreme Terror'' minigun and Killed 'em All.