argumentum ad absurdum
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hey that's my favourite ulcerate song
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i prefer ad hominem myself
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All the humans dance around like leaves in an autumnal choir. It feels natural and beautiful to sing in the natural rhythm of this ritual. They dance in conjunction with each other in particular circles, following each other's steps.
They gauge the warmth of one another's mortal spirit, and they bathe in the presence of the Gods, and they wait for a chance to leap deep into the maddening knots of time. They are waiting.
They catapult themselves from this mortal plane and into a potentially untimely doom, or their ancient home planet, awaiting a glorious afterlife.
They gaze into onto the ethereal plane from which they came—an oozing, misshapen realm on the peripheries of the material world. From there, it is incredibly easy to travel back to this life-sustaining plane and find those who have survived long enough to share their horror with others. It is only after much regret and spiritual struggle that many survivors decide to pass on—but each new person they meet is a reminder of how lucky they are to be alive and the precious nature of their all-too-short lives.
And so, at the end of our tale, time itself reaches its conclusion, yet never feels far from us. We have the comfort of knowing that we exist within the motion of time, that everything we do and everything we say and everything we will be and will have, will not be forever lost. We are defined by the actions and words that we choose to commit, by the people we choose to be with, by the faces that we make, and by the family and friends that we leave behind. Sometimes we are defined by who we hurt, and sometimes by who we help. We are defined by the stories we tell, the people we love, and the lives we live.
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bobby heater
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good but not my fav on the album. stagnancy of the straw men doesn't get enough love
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Album Rating: 4.5
Bulbasaur do be ownin
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gen 3 bitch
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^
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Album Rating: 4.5
gen 3 best starters yea
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Album Rating: 4.0
Gen 1 or maybe gen 4 for staters
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fuck could bulbasaur ever send it tho
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Album Rating: 3.5
good Evening, Gentlymen!
It has come to my attention that there has been a disagreement within this thread. I must implore you all to be kind, and respect each other's opinions. It is of the utmoast important we do this as it is the very fabric of our music community.
Regards,
tYler
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Album Rating: 4.0 | Sound Off
learned some new words today
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Album Rating: 5.0
Hello, people of the thread
It has come to my attention that there has been a comment discussing a disagreement in this thread. I think it is dastardly daring to further this particular filament of discourse as it will perforate and ingrain in us withal a bushel of dissatisfaction. Therefore, we must collectively turn the other cheek and redirect our energies to so that we can flourish in the bough of our hatred of chorus/verse/chorus structures in songs. In doing so, we will be swearing fealty to the act of affronting the use of hooks withal. Forget not dear fellows, how they are idealogically tethered to the stale fabric of the Mainstream and all its capitalist underpinnings i.e. pop music and anything invented after the life of Archimedes.
Kind regards,
Pigleto Mori
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Good
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Album Rating: 4.0 | Sound Off
hard
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Album Rating: 2.5
All I wanted to do was propose the idea that this album doesn't really have any memorable moments. Somehow it snowballed into textual walls of pseudo-intellectual drivel.
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no memorable moments, like what, hooks?
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Like, in one ear, out the other. It just meanders endlessly, without any real effort whatsoever. Goining absolutely nowhere, merely drifting along without any sense of direction, like insignificant little waves on a shoreless ocean of nothingness.
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