*clearing cobwebs*

*silence*

*taps the mic*

*clears throat*

"Hahaha butthole"

Sherbet.

Is this still a thing ?

Pumping iron, hungover from a Jack Daniel's binge, looping Type O Neg albums, still waiting for the girlfriend to cheat on me so I can be pissed and hate her.

Seriously, Peter Steele dead ?

MAGNETS HOW DO THEY WORK ?!
FUCKING RAINBOWS
BIRD ATE MY CELL PHONE !
MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLES UP IN THIS BITCH

I was in an empty field, running wildly.
The air was thick, and the sky looked like a storm was on it's way.
The dead grass, shaking in the wind, cracked under my feet.
A pain grew in my lungs.
I fell down, and died as the rain began.

This dog looked like a cross-breed between two pointy sticks and a pooping statue of Liberty...

I could just ease my pain into your brain and let it burn it's way into your heart.

You despicable platypus.