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| Welcome to mosh club Good evening space monkeys. It�s been a while. It looks like we are going to have to go back to basics. Start project hardcore up again. But first we have to take it back to its roots. Before it was project hardcore we were in the basement. That�s right: mosh club. With all those fucking limp trendy fucks about its time to go back over the rules that Tyler and me agreed on: First rule of mosh Club, you do not talk mosh Club. Second rule of mosh Club, you DO NOT talk about mosh Club, especially to twats who don't get OUR way of thinking, OUR music. It just attracts dicks to the scene. Third rule of mosh Club, when the music stops or goes soft, linkin park or less than jake come on, the mosh is over. Fourth rule of mosh Club, only serious peeps in the mosh, no pussys or linkin park fans (surely the same thing?). Fifth rule of mosh Club, one mosh at a time fella's. Sixth rule of mosh Club, no jewellery or rude boy wear, no addidas shoes. Seventh rule of mosh Club, mosh's go on as long as they have to, but not longer than rule 3 suggests. Eighth and final rule of mosh Club, if this is your first night at mosh Club, you have to mosh. You will follow this code, as you are not your job. You are not the money in your bank account. You are not the car you drive. You are not how much money is in your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. You join the club as it's you here is an example of why u join: A guy started at mosh Club, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood. When you have again mastered the club and you are ready homework assignments will start up again. single serving Jack x x x (I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke. ) |