KmfdmLover - go to this post

Oh nooo I'm sorry ( ´_ゝ`) I hope another sparks up eventually ! ! !

thank u

PaeiKazy - go to this post

NO FUCKING WAY, I LOVE KMFDM!
My favorite albums are either symbols or rocks
hell i even have a bandshirt

I do aswell.. unfortunately I only have an XTORT tee right now .. I plan to get atleastten more! Haha! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ)

eufrwqeuofidujofide - go to this post

Adam left the house for the first time in a while. He got dressed in his usual for that day, a hoodie and pants. The lanky man refused to wear weather appropriate clothes, mainly because he claimed “pale is beautiful”. He stepped outside of his mother’s house, the sunlight blinding him. He grumbles softly and puts his sunglasses on to shield himself from the bright rays. Adam loads his car up with the correct arsenal he needed for the day before getting into the drivers seat. Before the final act, he’d need someone to do it with him.

On the car ride over, he decides to give his partner in crime a call. It wasn’t wise giving your phone number to internet strangers, but Adam figured it was the least he could do if they were going to commit actual murder. If Andrew were a fed, she’d be dealt with promptly.

Ring. Ring.

Andrew searches through her pant pocket for her phone.

“What’s up?”

“Are you ready? I’m picking you up in 10 minutes. You’re at the Weis Market, right?”

”Yep, I’ll be at the back. I’m on my break.”

”You work there?”

”You ever hear of a job?”

Adam scoffs and hangs up, throwing the phone on the passengers seat. He pulls up to the back of the store. Andrew inspects the black car for a moment, looking inside the windows.

”Are you gonna get in?” Adam asks, rolling down the window.

Andrew rolls her eyes and gets in the car, putting her phone away.

”So, you got the shit already?”

”No, I have Bill Cosby in the back of my car.” Adam says, deadpan.

“Okay, smartass, let’s go.. the rally is starting soon.”

Adam peels out of the parking lot, driving to the rally. On the drive there Adam mumbles incoherently about culture and how Trump was one of the main culprits of culture initiation. Andrew turns her head and tries to drown out the sound by putting on her headphones, listening to “You Will Remember”. Andrew finds solace in knowing she’ll be reunited with her ghost squad soon. Adam pulls into a secluded spot where they can position their attack perfectly. They climb onto the roof of a small structure nearby.

”Isn’t this too conspicuous?” Adam asks in a more or less concerned tone.

”Don’t worry, no one will bother us.” Andrew shrugs, pulling the rifle out from the black duffle bag.

“You’re good at this, right?” Andrew asks, looking over at Adam for confirmation.

Adam shrugged.

”I would hope so, I have lengthy experience in firearms.”

After Adam inspects the gun, he takes his position. Andrew watches closely for any potential threats that could stop them from the assassination.

They wait for a while. Seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn into an hour.

”Where is this orange fuck?” Andrew grumbles, scrolling through the news on her phone for any news on Trump.

”Put that thing away, I see him.” Adam motions towards the stage. Trump was giving his speech to his crowd of dedicated followers. Adam shivers slightly, nervous from the situation he’s placed himself in and from the god awful heat. It’s difficult to concentrate in this weather, sweat drips down his brow.

“Hurry, take the shot..” Andrew paces back and forth on the roof.

“Hold on, I’m waiting for the right moment.” Adam replies shakily. He takes a deep breath and aims for his big target.

Pching! Pching! Pching! Pching!

Four shots. Four shots and Trump’s head was still on his body, perfectly intact. Andrew watches in horror as secret service agents scour the place immediately for the source of the threat.

“How the fuck do you miss?” Andrew grimaces, wide-eyed.

Adam sits in silence, processing the fact he’d missed such a big target so horribly. He stumbles away from the rifle, looking in his lap.

“I’ve never.. missed that badly before.”

“Oh—fuck!” Andrew exclaims as she spots secret service running towards them.

She reaches for the duffle bag, searching for the pistol to kill herself with. She finds nothing but extra ammunition in the bag. It’s too late by that time.

Pching! Pching!

The final two shots drowning out the sounds and senses for both individuals. At least those agents could aim properly.

Ok what the sigma.

Holy shit there are a lot of raiders! I hope they like KMFDM!

Lo2erGirlfriend - go to this post

shut up theo

No need for that ( ＾ω＾ )

does posting spotify links count as violation of the global rules??

KmfdmLover - go to this post

does posting spotify links count as violation of the global rules??

child porn and doxbins have been posted here. why would people give 2 fucks about spotify links?

justin - go to this post

child porn and doxbins have been posted here. why would people give 2 fucks about spotify links?

Lol fair point

If not, then this is a playlist of all my favorite KMFDM songs ! (*´∀`)♪
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I got 4 new KMFDM shirts! REJOYCE KMFDM NATION!!!

shit band