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Label: Season f Mist
Year: 2016
Sometimes the heart wants metal, and the gets what the heart wants (except low cholesterol whole grain foods...the heart does not get that very often...it gets hot dogs...lots and lots of hot dogs).
When my heart wants something heavy and churning, my heart calls out for Black Cobra. It has for many years now, and it continues unabated, just as Black Cobra continues unabated to unabatedly pummel me and mine, and I appreciate that kind of dedication.
Maybe you take Black Cobra for granted? Just like you take High On Fire for granted? Constants that have been there for you in your time of need, and now they need you. Go to them.
DL
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