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[Syntriel Koehali]

Greetings! I've just joined (duh). I enjoy looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub, eating seeds as a pass-time, playing Russian Roulette everyday (a man's sport!) with a bullet called life, and... By the way... Mr. Jack is on the side of the freeway in the car. I just thought I'd let you know. And he's waiting for his girl. Well, to get this out of the way, my c**k is much bigger than yours.
Some have called me obsessed. Okay, a LOT have called me obsessed. I attended their concert September 28 in Grand Rapids, where they filmed the Hypnotize video. Unfortunately, I'm not in the video, though the people who drove me there are in it, if you frame-by-frame it. At the concert, it was as if I was in a phenomenal surreality, and my only complaint is that it had to end. I spent about $130 on souvenirs, and wore one of my shirts in my senior pictures.
I'm sixteen, a senior in a Northern Lower Michigan high school, and Serj is my favorite. I'm a vegetarian, so when I found out that he is, too, of course I was excited. He's also a political activist, and a pro-peace kind of guy. Plus, he's uber-hot. All four members are.
In my town, I'm the System of a Down Guru. If anyone in my town wants to know anything about SoaD, they ask me. And I like it that way.
I have all of their official CDs, as well as the Denmark promotion "single" that includes Marmalade. I've shared the addiction with at least two friends, who are now huge fans of them as well.

I wonder if this Mezmerize/Hypnotize thing isn't a hint that there are subliminal messages in their music, pulling us all in. Not that I'm complaining. The SoaD addiction is an addiction worth having, and quite a satisfying drug-free high.

You can call me Eden, Elf or Syntriel. Or, if you feel the need, Mr. Jack. Yes, I'm a girl, so what? Well, my tapeworm tells me what to do.
My tapeworm tells me where to go. Pull the tapeworm out of your a**! Before it's too late! Because you know, it says that it wants to be with you out of love, but once you bond, all it does is nag, nag, nag. Don't fall under its spell... Tapeworms are control freaks.

Well, I'm going to go behind the Staples Center, where you can see the dire poor avenging disgrace. The peaceful-loving youth of the brutality, a plastic existence. Pushing little children with a fully automatic, they like to push the weak around! (Bastards) So, farewell!

(By the way, when your moon is fake, and your mermaids cry, do you ever believe you were stuck in the sky?)