Oct 02, 2006 23:18
I now officially live in paramus. Send me long, amorous letters. That's my new goal. Have a pen pal or three and keep up with it - and I don't mean "hay wassup mail me sum pix", I mean wit and banter and long, long, Lovecraft-length letters. And if anyone throws out one of my letters I'll be all "D:<" because historians will eventually have to find them and write about how good they were, which will be impossible when they are in the trash.
The Misfits. What is there to say? Such great music, such scarring lyrics.
I got something to sayyeee
I killed your baby today
And it doesn't matter much to me
As long as it's dead
You see, now i'm going to be singing it constsantly in all sorts of places where it may be deemed inappropriate to be telling people that i raped their mother today in song form.
It's really horrifying.
I'm not sure what posessed them to write it. Perhaps the desire to make people feel awkward while getting the song stuck in their head for further effect. I would do that. Maybe not the whole mother raping thing, but...y'know.
the misfits,
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