joo oli siis ihan helvetin hieno keikka vielä kerran !
päästiin aika hyville paikoillekkin niin näkikin ihan hyvin .
päästii kuuntelemaan ainakin Shout At The Devil , Girls Girls Girls , looks that kill , Dr. feelgood , same old situation , don't go away mad yms. ja sitten lavalle raahattiin fyygeli jota tommy pimputteli ja vince lauloi yleisön kanssa home sweet home , se oli aivan loistava , meinas ihan tulla kyyneleet silmäkulmaan !
ja sanoko ne että tulis ens vuonna ehkä uudestaan , mutta en sitten tiedä .
tommy oli ihana ja sen välispiikit , oi vitsi :D
"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.."
triljoona kertaa ihan sika nopeesti ja osotteli sormilla yleisööö . --^
''When I say Mötley, you say Crüe! Mötley..!'' ''...Crüe!'' ''Mötley..!'' ''...Crüe!''
''When I say Mick, you say Mars! Mick..!'' ''...Mars!'' ''Mick..!'' ''...Mars!''
''When I say Nikki, you say Sixx! Nikki..!'' ''...Sixx!'' ''Nikki..!'' ''...Sixx!''
''When I say Vince, you say Neil! Vince..!'' ''...Neil!'' ''Vince..!'' ''...Neil!''
''When I say Tommy, you say Lee! Tommy..!'' ''...Lee!'' ''Tommy..!'' ''...Lee!''
vielä lopuks ja sit se räsähti hyppäs sen flyygelin päälle ! ah .
Vitun kova keikka oli *-* Vince veti hyvin, en nähny Nikkiä melkein koskaan ku olin toisel puolen lavaa 8<, Tommy pervoili ja kaikista parasta: MICK MARS!!!! Sain hemmetisti kuvia siitä! Eikä mies näyttäny enää niin pahalta ku ennen, veti kunnon soolot ;3 ALL HAIL MICK MARS, THE STRONGEST MOTHERFUCKER IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!
That's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except normally they have someone to say it to.
They have friends and family,
And they haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree
with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys.
They're not out of their minds, they're not writing in a diary,
And they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
I didn't speak to a single person today.
I figured why should I ruin their fucking Christmas.
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons.
One, I have no friends left.
Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.
It's just me and you, diary. Welcome to my fucked up life.
Nobody would believe the shit that happens in my head, it's haunted.
Now that I've come down from the drugs
it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere.
Thirty minutes ago, I could've killed someone.
Or better yet, myself.