NikkiAngelus

The most toxic person in my life is probably myself. I consider myself a reasonably nice, good person, but I have some serious character flaws. Pride, stubbornness, short temper, hypocrisy. I'm overly demanding of other people on things that I allow for myself. Said traits are also strengths when kept in check. I'm somewhat entrepreneurial and very goal-oriented. I'm just not necessarily too nice about said goals. I tend to appreciate being direct over sugar-coating stuff. Same goes for receiving feedback. I can't stand being told what to do or receiving personal insults, but efficient and direct communication is the key. If I'm expected to work for you, I want direct instructions. Wow. That was many "directs" in way too few sentences...

When it comes to fear-mongering, media does that concerning everything. I think the smartest approach is to look at the headlines with a clear head. Actively resisting said fear-mongering is also short-sighted, because I think there's a seed of truth hidden somewhere in the headlines. You just have to use your brain a little.

I don't think I'd dare to actually change anything, because despite all the shit I've been through, I'm glad to be who I am. I don't want to jeopardize the stuff I've learned. That being said, I'd like to see 2007-2008 once more. It was a good time. Music was okay, I had no worries in the world and everything seemed so simple and attainable. I remember having grand fantasies of being a rock star by the time I turned 20. I've been 20 for a good while now and I'm nowhere near that. I barely make enough money to survive by playing the guitar. Still, I wouldn't change a fucking thing.

I don't think a man or aa woman *should* be anything. I'd like to be taller than my woman, but that's a personal preference. ...And possibly a matter of ego.

Haven't played DnD in ages. Would like to, though. My favorite campaign by far must be The Curse of Strahd. I'm big on rogues and bards.

Twice. All I got was minor pain to my left arm and feeling a little wobbly for a day or two. Nothing a grown man can't handle and a small price for safety. A close friend of mine got it a little worse in terms of a fever, but he's fine now too.

Are the mods here averse to public dick pics?

Depends on which talent agency you're signed to. Sadly, we're not signed to any.

I try not to, trust me. Despite all the press we got thanks to our label's contacts, CDs just don't sell anything these days. We streamed decently considering that we're a "new" band releasing our first record, but as I'm sure you know, streaming doesn't mean jack shit financially. I don't care about the money personally, but it's not nice knowing that you're thousands of euros down in the hole.

I'm glad you dug it. It's a shame our wallets didn't. Hah!

My band Sirakh's new single, Heart of Fire (2021) is out now! It was supposed to be a Japan-only single, but the label fucked it up so might as well share it here. Heart of Fire on Spotify

The movie itself is kinda shit, but I love it how Paul Giamatti tries to literally snipe a baby in Shoot 'em Up, misses and ends up uttering "Well, fuck me sideways."

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That's one way of putting it. Haha! It's a shame the song is among our record's less successful tracks, though. I suppose it's a bit too artsy for your traditional rock hit. But that's totally fine. It's a great closing track for a record so long as I'm considered.

Good thing I'm not a US citizen. We've got a far better election system. I consider myself an economical centrist (which is basically a communist by American anarcho-capitalist standards) and a libertarian when it comes to one's personal liberties. Minus guns. Gun control is a good thing and guns being available for the stupid masses only makes world more dangerous. I don't care how you drink, smoke or fuck though. Prostitution and hard drugs should be completely legal and regulated. In theory a drug addict only hurts oneself and when it extends to others, they belong to either rehab or jail. Having sex for money is only good and fun so long as there aren't pimps involved and you wear a rubber.

Yes, I have. I was out drinking with a (platonic) girlfriend a year or four ago. It was fun and eventually went to pass out in her place. The dream itself was horrible. I was out on a date with the very same girl. I used to have feelings for her. Anyway, we went past this German cab; or at least I thought she spoke German. We live in Finland so I got immediately suspicious. Why would a German cab drive around in a Finnish town? I told her to follow me and we kept going to this square in the middle of our city. Suddenly the sky turned crimson and the girl had all but disappeared. She was nowhere to be seen or heard. One by one I started seeing these black, cloaked figures. They were approaching me, speaking in a language I couldn't understand. With the "German" cab, I had this intuitive feeling that she spoke said language. This time I had no fucking clue what they were saying. Anyway, the figures came in closer and closer, still chanting in that made up language. I tried to scream and run, but I couldn't do either. The voice just never left my lungs and I couldn't move my body. I was completely paralyzed. I slowly began to wake in sheer terror, but couldn't open my eyes. I was fully conscious, however. I was absolutely sure that one of the figures was next to me and tried to scream for help. I was too quiet and nobody woke up to help me. It took me several minutes to regain control of my body. Or at least it felt like several minutes. I can't quite remember. I wound up writing a song about it which is the closing track of my band's debut album...

Manson's music will and always be mediocre, pseudo-intellectual drivel. When it comes to allegations of his latest incidents, at first I was on his side for the sake of being a contrarian. I didn't want to automatically believe it. It's since started to look a little too unsavory for my taste, though. Be that as it may, I don't consider the crimes boycott-worthy. Just put him in rehab, make the motherfucker pay for the damages to his victims and perhaps he'll learn a thing or two. If not, perhaps a brief stint in the big house will teach him some manners.

One. A slightly unruly, but good hearted Rottweiler. He's a big baby.