I might as well be an orphan if everyone already thinks I am one.
I’m unwounded by rocks, studs, and leather. My beard is fringed by filth that cometh my mouth: vomit, beer and vulgar. I am two parts ov solid stoned. Mold and stitching holds this torn together. Rained upon by lachrymose set as it darkens the skies and stirs up a war. Slaughter ov misfortune and blood drenched sorrow to gaze upon the northern plague :grief, dismal. In Return an...
fuck people who hate Thin Lizzy!
They can Fuck Off And Die!