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[schtan]

My grandmother is sooo beautiful. I told her she was on the weekend when we hung out (we're friends) and saw tears well up in her eyes. I love her. When she goes (thanks to smoking PEHH PEHH YUCKY CHUMBY HATRED NASTY HATE HATE HATE!!!) I WILL MISS HER TERRIBLY.

Jospehine (her throat cancers name) is giving her hell. It was cool she could eat with us on sat night.

My latest lyrical offering:

JEOPARDY
Substance. Love. Abuse. Hate.

Needle my love into my arm of trust. Inhale the sweet caress of nothingness.
Pillpop my next ‘big night out. My body, the temple, DEFILED.

Abomination. Hatred of self.
Abomination. Kill my imagination.

Why do we indulge in such loose living?
When we’ve seen the reports of former self-haters?
How can I go back to the beginning?
The downward spiral of abuse, my death fate-er.

Abomination. Hatred of self.
Abomination. Kill my imagination.

Needle my hate retract arm of lust. Exhale the smokey smothering.
Pillpop my next rehab visit. My body, the temple, PURITY.

MY HATRED JUSTIFIED.

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Its going to be a pretty passionate song. I have the some of the lyrics tattooed on me.

ON a side note, we are recording our demo this weekend. THEN MOSH WILL BE ON FOR YOUNG AND OLD.....