R.I.P Jack Marshall

Every time I saw a picture of Jack smiling, it brought smiles and hope. But on this rainy day, I couldn't have felt worse.

Parking Ticket Angels

The other day, Shrek got a parking ticket and two lovely ladies decided to redeem us by covering it.

 We promise ye ladies this - 

Do unto others as you would have others do unto you. [Matthew 7:12]

And we shall. 

Tribute to Agalloch

Instead of me drooling over how insanely amazing and haunting Agalloch is, I am going to post some of the comments people all over the world left on youtube on some of their freakingly amazing compositions.

I would imagine if you were trapped under ice, and feeling your last breath escape your body, this is what you would hear before you die ~ Meathook4nk8 on 'Hollow Stone'

I don't dare listening to this when I'm stoned, I'm afraid I'd die! O_O ~ burt2800 on 'Hollow Stone'

When I hear this song...I imagine myself to be standing on the top of the highest mountain peak. There is a cave behind me that leads only into darkness.
The sky above is dark gray & cloud covered with only the occasional crack of light breaking between the desolate mass.
The entire world is still & silent & completely oblivious to me as I look down trying to see what is below. There is naught but a cliff engulfed in a black fog & it swallows everything beneath me.

On the edge of the world....
~ FrostFallenPoet on 'Hollow Stone' 

"Here at the edge of this world

Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone

If this grand panorama before me is what you call God

Then God is not dead!"

~ oshamajik on 'In The Shadow of Our Pale Companion'

 the bit between 0:00 and 14:42 is the best part in my opinion ~ carot5 on 'In The Shadow of Our Pale Companion'

FINALLY a black metal vocalist that doesn't sound like he's choking on a chainsaw... ~ XQriousX on 'I am The Wooden Doors'

I started listening to these guys back in January. I STILL love this song. The intro is phenomenal! That bass is SICK! Gotta go practice it now, excuse me... ~ jericho4004 on 'I am The Wooden Doors'

this song can cure cancer ~ TheWargasmic on 'Kneel To The Cross'

This is the soundtrack of the world, of creation, of destrucion, and of existence itself ~ TheCasaBonita on 'Our Fortress is Burning II'

Greetings from Portugal.

This is the sound of a human heart in slow motion ~ EnclavementBand on 'Our Fortress is Burning II'

When i listen to this song, i go to a mountain top, and stare into the sky, letting all of my earthly troubles and cares vanish as the music consumes my soul, mind, and state of being  ~ xDasGlowormx on 'Our Fortress is Burning II'  

Absolutely great. Agalloch takes me down a secret river and let me flow over the highest mountains...

Nothing else to say ~ Spiker753 on 'The Wolves of Timberline'

I could see Beethoven being in Agalloch if he were alive. He'd be like "Fuck dude. We need to play some piano shit. But I'm deaf so I don't know what you're saying" ~ skatetolovemetal on 'Summerisle Reprise'

oh come on,agalloch.. fail sometime!!! for god's sake... such perfection... in every single movement of their songs...eternal love *_* ~ Besatt666Eddie on 'The Hawthrone Passage'

I want this song played at my funeral,,without the voices ~ jackjarell on 'Tomorrow Will Never Come'

I remember being snowed in about 30 miles from the nearest town,watching the sun disappear over the hill line.I would throw my headphones on to AGALLOCH and walk for miles in the quite dark night.... ~ vivisect1945

Trivial justice for Wile E!

Beloved Wile, who has endured the pain inflicted by the laws of cartoon physics - wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
1) Any body suspended in space will remain in space until made aware of its situation. (The character walks off the edge of a cliff, remains suspended in midair, and doesn't fall until he looks down)
2) Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter (the "silhouette of passage").
3) Certain bodies can pass through solid walls painted to resemble tunnel entrances; others cannot. (Corollary: Portable holes work).
4) All principles of gravity are negated by fear. (i.e., scaring someone causes them to jump impossibly high in the air).
5) Any violent rearrangement of feline matter is impermanent. (In other words, cats heal fast and/or have an infinite number of lives) .
6) Everything falls faster than an anvil. (A falling anvil will always land directly upon the character's head, squashing him flat or driving him into the ground)
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww- and weathered all that physical abuse over the seasons (some say he is the most physically abused cartoon character ever), the writers decide to give him a consolation which I am unhappy about - 

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I SCREAM FOR JUSTICE!!!

Disjointed am I?

Why is it so Victorian? Granted there is more leeway but I do not consider this as compensation to what essentially is conventional which we are trying to redefine; not reform. Reform is the word. A word that is abused to an extent where its meaning has become mundane. Mundane - is exactly what I refuse to be a part of. A part of a mass delusion where mediocrity is acceptable. Acceptable: not a word I would settle for. Settle, is to fall slowly to a stable position, usually on a surface or the ground - something I don't want to fall into or onto. Falling. Funny word that is. It can be associated with something physical or emotional with the same metrics but with no units. To be associated is something I like; gives me a feeling of exclusivity. A feeling which I am not sure if it is real or true. If only some of the things I want be true. And by that, I do not necessarily mean worldly things. Necessity is the mother of all inventions they say. False. And who are 'they' anyway? Anyway, 'they' see the world through tinted glasses. Like we all don't? We do, don't we? And we blame 'others' for being shortsighted. 'Others' are people you/I don't know. Don't know is an unacceptable corollary in this age. We do know; its just that we choose to fake to ignore. Ignore and be obtuse. To be, or not to be, someone or something. In the same capacity, choices fail to flatter me. They fail to deceive. Inspite of which I fail to flatter. Failure is not due to one's incapacity. Or not just that. Its just that failure is looked poorly upon. Which is poor. What a shame. That we don't know that acceptable or unacceptable, true or false, real or fake are all the same things with no tinted glasses.