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..thus anyone with whom you'd maybe share your personal record collection?
Since there've been so many opinions plus broadly inviting and generous poll landscapes including songs, singles and albums tasks since the very first AM's heydays, have you ever figured out a person on AM that might thorougly participate in your very own personal "wasteland" of tasteful music?
I'd alone like to announce long time A.M-lings like
Mitchell Stirling and
therefore I keep my faith in the most colorful and enduring ones of symbolic carbohydrate companionship - - but what about the next generation earthbound ones like the ever curious Moeboid and the steamily eager Schleuse?
Hence..voice your choice:
...I forgot Honorio... the spacy spanish voice of p.o.p.
One great thing that distinguishes this forum is that everyone (barring the occasional spammer) is genuinely passionate about music. The older I grow, the more I appreciate the way someone expresses what they hear in music than what they actually listen to. There are plenty of people here with great musical "vision" and are able to portray the meaning and emotion of the music that moves them, and I find that wonderful!
"Steamily eager"??? Damn...now I've gotta keep my wife away from the forum.
Netjade, I'm not always entirely sure what you're saying, but I will defend to the death your right to say it. I loved your bracket comments last week... more, please.
As for who is a "soulmate" of whom, after another month or so of bracketology, I might have some eye-opening statistics about that...
Mmm… Many thanks Netjade for including me in your list. But, what does it mean “spacy”? Maybe hung in space or something like that? I don’t know many slang words in English, but I’m sure it’s a positive comment, anyway.
By the way: Sonofsamiam, where are you hiding? So many time without hearing from you.
must be another Greg Rumpff bump, I guess...
>>oh, btw, I'd like to add Stammer to my list.
(apart from that I'm gladly keeping the invisible social dopamine afloat by stating that I still love to watch and notice (if sometimes belatedly) each single information/opinion/ranking/verdict&gospel or other contribution on this forum, even if I have to put all of my 180° of human dissent against it from time to time. (calmacalmababy, Dumby...)
anyway, with the words of our familiar keykeeper Stephan: keep scrobbling, close strangers, je m'en vais...)
Netjade is definitely a favorite around these parts!
My life would considerably more boring without you guys! And I'm honored to be on Netjade's list
First: thanks a lot, Moonie & Snu. prepare to get gold lined in an otherwise dispensable Hall of Threads of mine: your individualities in taste and choice always kept me prying...
Second: 3 notable omissions:
2. Mr. Maurer's movie lists
3. pre-78 nicolas
and that most secretly beloved twilight case:
(consider this a new nick hint, bee apprentice)
ps: "Steamily eager" is used to cross-read "Mad Professor" up in here, old gallon...
Retroactive continuities are the worst.
if they only wouldn't smell that glabbexed..
Plus, it's a case of mistaken identity allamanover again.
I sense the dictrioties of reborn gebbosculars... plus a hipp and yeeyiiyeaaah bonusMenu (javier bardem, my 2 years old daughter, billy wilder... and. ehm. narcotics.. ))
No way. Too much fatigue for a swindlebindle.
sooooo ploxxy to sense you on the dark side of a green lite matinee after all, miss maio... hugggs brew:: summoning crabb crawls inertly eezieeng..
Twirkly little abyss mama soap winds. Take the sweet.
All I know is that all y'all better submit ballots in the Artist Poll!
I mean you should, but soon!
addiction sneeps thru my blurrphalls... after all I'll take the dation again, gnyhoope_man... my rebirthes wear unpearled but glossy eyes, lace.
A noe. I did it, my own perplexion. Miss you then, stay-at-home, + read-only memory. Poke your nose for me.
holding hands is
just because it's
I just hide in the cookie jar until my hammer is large enough to drop.. I was there was more in the post-mortem corner, beside the rickety hat.
But I know what you mean; ._.
A case of shaven eyelids, y'know? Lids. Box. Open. What's over there, hm?
and infinity keeps kissing your silver woven cheeks, gnyyhope... I'm gelatine again, it's oh8..
uh-hum:: focus, eyelidboy. I'm STILL merging into you... (!!)
Gosh, the stare. Halp.
porn pictograms do not help you anymore... you're facing a twenty years old moules et frites collector's edition again!!
dooddight_fishnet:: your radar's
Well... fountain. How would the radio even jump like?
Ce n'est que le premier pas qui coute?
Your daughter is Javier Bardem? That would be a neat trick.
Uh huh uh huh!
Your daughter is Javier Bardem? That would be a neat trick.
nah, that would be damnmalistically FINGERKICKINAWESOME!
good record... what a pile of chat junk!!
I suppose that's all I have to say.
The narcotics are for mushing away those bad moods, jade?
..narcotics, eartho.?. good golfin... makes me think of why the most of your heap of Aqwacarbs is so obsessed with them... they do make you believe to be Sulfs or reformed Antimats or even RestabCocoomaCheenz, don't they?!? because all I'm detecting right now is peppertheremin scented HBP.. significantilly...
(apologies to everyone else btw..)
sorry, eartho. you're still light centuries away from White Popremacist scum like (gulp) Slush, but the edge is more and more calling out to ya..
I'm sorry to disappoint. Albeit you must have misread me.
It's the nuclear magnetic resonance again. A dust jacket isn't made out of dust, nor is phencyclidine made out of angels. But it's the washed-out armillary sphere again. Be the Good Sir Missus Rear Admiral again and paint it with some near-ultraviolet, as in like near beer but make it alcoholic. Said the messieurs on my brain, worthwhile midgets all. They came from Guadalquivir long ago and they've been here since, with their worms wheelgears, plugging in their fourdrinier and going at it. I suppose you meant, does the ear pick work for that ear candy? Or didn't you. Whichever; clear-air turbulence can't touch me. Now please, no more bleary-eyedness, eh?
A bas, the barrel yielded overborne!
Dearest, the most feared windowpane.
Ah, black-a-vised is not forlorn;
As nor no caution means I'm sane.
Drowning in the cock-a-leekie.
So swim away so not to die,
Or end up being very picky.
Mite, mote and nutshell
In a menage a trois loop.
My mine is antipersonell
Whilst yours cannot recoup!
Sock away a night and day
Oh, a propos de bottes just,
And kill Je Ne Sais Quoi
And be part of the antitrust.