JARL SIGURD gets back to his Black Metal roots

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Hmmm, interesting what you can drag up on Google Posted to uk.music.guitar on july 11th last year. Way before this forgery stuff….. Have a nice day y’all MS Newsgroups: uk.music.guitar View this article only I’ve come up with a new theory which argues that homosexual males are more likely to exhibit an instinctive hatred for guitar solos. Being attracted to men rather than women, they are aroused by low pitched sounds and repulsed by high pitched sounds. Hence they go ga ga at the sound of power chords, especial when played with Dropped D tuning or on 7 string guitars(the ultimate GAY instrument) but cringe at guitar solos. Pete Townhend and Kurt Cobain must thus be the ultimate gay guitar heroes. Jarl Sigurd to listen to a guitarist who loves playing guitar solos. http://www.ampcast.com/search/band.php/id=9098

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>Do the words "Spell Check" mean anything to you? I know English isn’t your >first language, but you could at least spell your name consistently! There >are four misspelled words (not counting the Ebonics) in the first paragraph >alone.

Not only is it filled with accusations of homosexuality which is Rob’s trademark, but it also features horrendous spelling. Rob isn’t all that bright and his stupidity shines through in all the posts he is trying to forge. The Real Jarl Sigurd to listen to music composed by the real Jarl Sigurd, visit: http://www.ampcast.com/JarlSigurd

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – > Having mastered it all, from Italian Romantic Symphonies ala Lizt to > German Opearas ala Vivaldi to French Rennaisance Opuses ala Bethoven & > Spanish Black Metal Symphonies ala Don Alejandro De la Vega & Rap ala > Snoop Dogg & Lil’ Bow Wow, Jarl Sigurd returns to his proud white > English roots & presents an opus that hits home to my heart. Yes, Jarl > Sigurd does have a soft side too you faggots. > "Satanic Bloodstone upon the Cantacerous Largo in Blood minor" > Satan bleeds upon his Cantacerous Largo throne > Why do you bleed my father? > Cut was he by a sharp thorn > He cannot walk farther > Carry yhee upon my back I will > Carry yhee to the depths of hell > Let me fullfill my duty as your son > Let me into your heart, my fahter, run > You raised me as your little Jarl > Bouncing me upon your firey knee > Your laughs burnt whisps off my beard > And on your knee I didest pee > Oh father, oh Satan, my lord & my mentor > Let me carry you to the infemiry in the hosptial sector > Just like you carried me to the clinic, after I had come down with the > clap > You were so understand to me mien father & my face yhee did not slap > Some call you a monster, some call you death > I call you my father & I like the sound of your breath > As it brushes it’s firey whisps burning the edges of my beard > I know you’re not the evil one that everyone on earth doth feared > You’re my father, my dada, my popa, my salvation > Without you the J & S in Jarl Siguard would disappear & I’d be known > as Arl Igard > A name not worthy for the son of Satan, not fit for the king of > blackness > not fit for the overloard of Hell, not fit for the hellraiser of > Zontar > Be well my father, get well soon > So I can carry yhee to the parlour for much poon (I love you daddy) > The Rea1 Jar1 Sigurd > to listen to music by the rea1 Jar1 Sigurd, > visit, http://www.ampcast.com/Jar1Sigurd

My God Jarl, that was so moving and genuine that I almost shed a tear. A molten black metal tear. When will you boundless talent for conqering new ground ever stop? I hope never. You are the most talented man on usenet & 2002 has now officially turned into the year of the Jarl. I urge everyone to check out Jarl’s website and hear his masterpeaces for theyselves.

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Do the words "Spell Check" mean anything to you? I know English isn’t your first language, but you could at least spell your name consistently! There are four misspelled words (not counting the Ebonics) in the first paragraph alone. pressing "Spell check" sent the following: > Having mastered it all, from Italian Romantic Symphonies ala Lizt to > German Opearas ala Vivaldi to French Rennaisance Opuses ala Bethoven & > Spanish Black Metal Symphonies ala Don Alejandro De la Vega & Rap ala > Snoop Dogg & Lil’ Bow Wow, Jarl Sigurd returns to his proud white > English roots & presents an opus that hits home to my heart. Yes, Jarl > Sigurd does have a soft side too you faggots.

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Jarl — You’re forgetting–it’s "rinse, lather and *repeat*"–it’s the *repeat* step that gets rid of the black metal roots. Jeff – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->Your posts are getting old, Bizarro Jarl. > Having mastered it all, from Italian Romantic Symphonies ala Lizt to > German Opearas ala Vivaldi to French Rennaisance Opuses ala Bethoven & > Spanish Black Metal Symphonies ala Don Alejandro De la Vega & Rap ala > Snoop Dogg & Lil’ Bow Wow, Jarl Sigurd returns to his proud white > English roots & presents an opus that hits home to my heart. Yes, Jarl > Sigurd does have a soft side too you faggots. > "Satanic Bloodstone upon the Cantacerous Largo in Blood minor" > Satan bleeds upon his Cantacerous Largo throne > Why do you bleed my father? > Cut was he by a sharp thorn > He cannot walk farther > Carry yhee upon my back I will > Carry yhee to the depths of hell > Let me fullfill my duty as your son > Let me into your heart, my fahter, run > You raised me as your little Jarl > Bouncing me upon your firey knee > Your laughs burnt whisps off my beard > And on your knee I didest pee > Oh father, oh Satan, my lord & my mentor > Let me carry you to the infemiry in the hosptial sector > Just like you carried me to the clinic, after I had come down with the > clap > You were so understand to me mien father & my face yhee did not slap > Some call you a monster, some call you death > I call you my father & I like the sound of your breath > As it brushes it’s firey whisps burning the edges of my beard > I know you’re not the evil one that everyone on earth doth feared > You’re my father, my dada, my popa, my salvation > Without you the J & S in Jarl Siguard would disappear & I’d be known > as Arl Igard > A name not worthy for the son of Satan, not fit for the king of > blackness > not fit for the overloard of Hell, not fit for the hellraiser of > Zontar > Be well my father, get well soon > So I can carry yhee to the parlour for much poon (I love you daddy) > The Rea1 Jar1 Sigurd > to listen to music by the rea1 Jar1 Sigurd, > visit, http://www.ampcast.com/Jar1Sigurd

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Another masterwork by "fake J*rl". For authenticity, you need to put guitar solos in between every verse. — John

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> Having mastered it all, from Italian Romantic Symphonies ala Lizt to > German Opearas ala Vivaldi to French Rennaisance Opuses ala Bethoven & > Spanish Black Metal Symphonies ala Don Alejandro De la Vega & Rap ala > Snoop Dogg & Lil’ Bow Wow, Jarl Sigurd returns to his proud white > English roots & presents an opus that hits home to my heart. Yes, Jarl > Sigurd does have a soft side too you faggots. > "Satanic Bloodstone upon the Cantacerous Largo in Blood minor" > Satan bleeds upon his Cantacerous Largo throne > Why do you bleed my father? > Cut was he by a sharp thorn > He cannot walk farther > Carry yhee upon my back I will > Carry yhee to the depths of hell > Let me fullfill my duty as your son > Let me into your heart, my fahter, run > You raised me as your little Jarl > Bouncing me upon your firey knee > Your laughs burnt whisps off my beard > And on your knee I didest pee > Oh father, oh Satan, my lord & my mentor > Let me carry you to the infemiry in the hosptial sector > Just like you carried me to the clinic, after I had come down with the > clap > You were so understand to me mien father & my face yhee did not slap > Some call you a monster, some call you death > I call you my father & I like the sound of your breath > As it brushes it’s firey whisps burning the edges of my beard > I know you’re not the evil one that everyone on earth doth feared > You’re my father, my dada, my popa, my salvation > Without you the J & S in Jarl Siguard would disappear & I’d be known > as Arl Igard > A name not worthy for the son of Satan, not fit for the king of > blackness > not fit for the overloard of Hell, not fit for the hellraiser of > Zontar > Be well my father, get well soon > So I can carry yhee to the parlour for much poon (I love you daddy) > The Rea1 Jar1 Sigurd > to listen to music by the rea1 Jar1 Sigurd, > visit, http://www.ampcast.com/Jar1Sigurd

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Your posts are getting old, Bizarro Jarl.

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Two Words… Seek Help

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Having mastered it all, from Italian Romantic Symphonies ala Lizt to German Opearas ala Vivaldi to French Rennaisance Opuses ala Bethoven & Spanish Black Metal Symphonies ala Don Alejandro De la Vega & Rap ala Snoop Dogg & Lil’ Bow Wow, Jarl Sigurd returns to his proud white English roots & presents an opus that hits home to my heart. Yes, Jarl Sigurd does have a soft side too you faggots. "Satanic Bloodstone upon the Cantacerous Largo in Blood minor" Satan bleeds upon his Cantacerous Largo throne Why do you bleed my father? Cut was he by a sharp thorn He cannot walk farther Carry yhee upon my back I will Carry yhee to the depths of hell Let me fullfill my duty as your son Let me into your heart, my fahter, run You raised me as your little Jarl Bouncing me upon your firey knee Your laughs burnt whisps off my beard And on your knee I didest pee Oh father, oh Satan, my lord & my mentor Let me carry you to the infemiry in the hosptial sector Just like you carried me to the clinic, after I had come down with the clap You were so understand to me mien father & my face yhee did not slap Some call you a monster, some call you death I call you my father & I like the sound of your breath As it brushes it’s firey whisps burning the edges of my beard I know you’re not the evil one that everyone on earth doth feared You’re my father, my dada, my popa, my salvation Without you the J & S in Jarl Siguard would disappear & I’d be known as Arl Igard A name not worthy for the son of Satan, not fit for the king of blackness not fit for the overloard of Hell, not fit for the hellraiser of Zontar Be well my father, get well soon So I can carry yhee to the parlour for much poon (I love you daddy) The Rea1 Jar1 Sigurd to listen to music by the rea1 Jar1 Sigurd, visit, http://www.ampcast.com/Jar1Sigurd

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