That lets you deal with what you're going through.
Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground in front of the snowcone stand and began licking at the girls eyeballs as if they were sugar cubes. Their bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure like intensity. At times, their pale limbs seeming to shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of pit-vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or shocked, or aroused, or all of the above but no-one dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long ashen hair hung down concealing the girl's face like a curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea that the girl's eyes were revolving under her ruby tongue. "This is disgusting, it's pornography," exclaimed a pasty slut white woman in a fur coat, vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like a money shot. Counting a balding professor type in his mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the front of his pants "No, no, no... this is beautiful, this is art."
Everyone quickly hushed up and took a step back as Jenifer rose and stood over the girl, examining her handiwork. Her heart layed motionless beneath her, seemingly dead; her eyesockets dry and empty, her heels and elbows sprayed and bloodied. Some on-lookers gasped in horror, some swooned and fainted melodramatically; most just stared in disbelief. Jennifer reached down between her thighs and pulled the crotch of her bathing suit to the side, exposing her vagina. The other girl slowly sat up and began sliding her fingers into Jennifer. A few minutes later, her wrists were in, then her elbows. Eventually she would completely disappear into her womb. Jennifer tilted her head to the side curiously. She heard the sound of a rickety-wooden roller-coaster in the distance. It's passengers screaming in mob terror. She knew that sooner or later they would realize that the ride wasn't stopping and they were all going to die.
Ok, before anyone starts thinking I'm a disgusting fuck, that's actually from a record. The first paragraph is the track "Jennifer" on Pig Destroyer's opus "Prowler In The Yard" and the second paragraph is from the end of "Piss Angel".
Hey everyone,
Well, yesterday I went to Berkeley with Phil, his girlfriend Nikki and her friend Lindsey for Phil's 16th birhtday. We drove there in Nikki's car and when we got there, we went into a bunch of smoke shops, that t-shirt orgy store, and Rasputin's where I bought Pig Destroyer's "Prowler In The Yard" new for $12.99! I got home and then went to Talia's for a bit and we watched "Swimfan".
Today, I went to school and came home and I talked to the guys about the band. We've been having some problems internally, at least ones that I noticed and I wasn't happy about it. We talked a lot and for all of you To The Death fans reading, there are going to be huge, huge, huge changes that will impact To The Death immensely, if we live through it. I also talked to Jason Ingram, the vocalist of Something Must Die before breaking up, about possibly jamming one day, writing some shit. I then went and met Claire and Talia at In 'N' Out where they proceede to play with a sailboat and triceratops.