CYLON (13) wrote:
Ouch! I think my teeth rotted away that was so sweet.
At least it's a bunch of hot girls wearing battle armor shooting laser pistols and firing bazookas in the middle of a war zone while singing.
I don't listen to them regularly, though. Just that one song of theirs came up in an event of interest, and it got stuck in my head then.
"When there's gold feathers, punch behind you!!"
“Critics who treat 'adult' as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.” -- C.S. Lewis