I'm always into checking the old site meter
There's always some strange stuff, but this search that lead to A&S is probably my favorite so far.
The clinch is that it was a French surf.
There's always some strange stuff, but this search that lead to A&S is probably my favorite so far.
The clinch is that it was a French surf.
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Label: god warriors, Lyndon LaRouche, Tom Selleck, Tom Selleck and Lyndon LaRouche

To the alien cult of Charles Pride. I've long been a fan of classic country (for at least 2 years) and there are few artists on par with Mr. Pride; therefore I find it just a small step from casual admiration to unqualified devotion. Mr. Pride: I welcome you as my savior. All my prayers go to only you and the comets. The lyrics of your music are neither merely words no things to sing, but tell the story of our universe. Next, I will download your entire discography and buy an iPod to listen to it. I already have an iPod, but it is a secular one. The Sacred and the Profane shall not mix on my wires!
UPDATE!
UPDATE!


UPDATED!!!!
Christ it all makes sense!
LAST UPDATE I PROMISE!!!
It all makes sense now.
UPDATE!!!!
EVERYTHING IS ILLUMINATED!
It all makes sense now.
UPDATE!!!!
I UNDERSTAND I UNDERSTAND I UNDERSTAND!!! LEAD US ON, PROUD CHARLEY!!!!
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Label: charley pride, country music, Cyborgs, god warriors, ufos
Kinski reincarnated?
Kinski, as Christ as a Vampire:
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Label: god warriors, klaus kinski, vampires
“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars