Let The Bitch Suck Your Dick Then Get The Fuck Back In The Pit.
Hed Pe. Raise Hell.
This song has re-inspired the wondrous rhythym inside of me.
I can feel my blood pumping through the little veins inside my body almost as fast as when it was thinner than water.
It's so invigorating. Makes my skin start to boil up and rot off these filthy little skeletal nothings.
Bones, in other words.
Just incase you're too slack jawed of a yokel to actually comprehend those big evil words that could rip you apart and show you a whole new side to the English language you thought was boarded up and buried at sea somewhere in the late seventeen hundreds.
Isn't it so melancholy, and oh so sad.
Anyway.
What's new in my life?
I'm starting to go mad.
I haven't left this house much at all for awhile.
I need to get my fucking car fixed before I start killing the local wildlife.
Because it's getting to that point.
I haven't been trapped like this since I was twelve years old. And it's fucking bothersome.
It's crawling all over my skin, and behind my fucking eyes.
It's like little spiders that just talk shit to the base of your being all day and all night.
Then they spin webs of murderous plotting and the all important consumption of time becomes my all important quest.
The kittens will fucking burn, and I'll get off on the smell.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaahaha.
Anyway. I'm growing bored of all this.
I'm going to go and blow torch a steak and see what that smells like.
By the way, one last thing.
I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you and love you.
And anything that gets in my fucking way is fucking dead.
Anything.
This song has re-inspired the wondrous rhythym inside of me.
I can feel my blood pumping through the little veins inside my body almost as fast as when it was thinner than water.
It's so invigorating. Makes my skin start to boil up and rot off these filthy little skeletal nothings.
Bones, in other words.
Just incase you're too slack jawed of a yokel to actually comprehend those big evil words that could rip you apart and show you a whole new side to the English language you thought was boarded up and buried at sea somewhere in the late seventeen hundreds.
Isn't it so melancholy, and oh so sad.
Anyway.
What's new in my life?
I'm starting to go mad.
I haven't left this house much at all for awhile.
I need to get my fucking car fixed before I start killing the local wildlife.
Because it's getting to that point.
I haven't been trapped like this since I was twelve years old. And it's fucking bothersome.
It's crawling all over my skin, and behind my fucking eyes.
It's like little spiders that just talk shit to the base of your being all day and all night.
Then they spin webs of murderous plotting and the all important consumption of time becomes my all important quest.
The kittens will fucking burn, and I'll get off on the smell.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaahaha.
Anyway. I'm growing bored of all this.
I'm going to go and blow torch a steak and see what that smells like.
By the way, one last thing.
I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you and love you.
And anything that gets in my fucking way is fucking dead.
Anything.