I feel like fish are swimming in my stomach.

Yuck.

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I like to go to the woods.
Covered in Camo.
With A Rifle.
And Sneak Up On Deers.
I Put The Laser Sight On Them And In Deer Language, I Whisper....
"Bang-Bang...You better up your game."
All sassy-like.
Then I throw 'em a salt lick,

I'm A Nomi Devotee.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gma5IUNMTn0

In the mornin' times, I like it to be sooooooo cold that I shake so hard my eyes can't focus and for my skin to crumble from my splintering bones as I try to move.

Today is perfect.

I like LJ.
It's a place I can go to be alone with my thoughts.

Winter will give way to Spring which will in turn, surrender to Summer, who will succumb to Fall which will fade into Winter and so on and so on and so on.

All you have to do is change clothes.

There are no wolves at at the door. Only darkness.
No comfort in knowing
That the beast which devours is not locked out,
but in.

When I die, I hope my Obituary reads,

"MrWItch died after a long, courageous battle with lizard-men.
He was proceeded in death by eight lizard-men."

The best thing an artist can achieve is showing someone a part of you that they didn't know was also in them.

My head hurts like seven bitches on a bitch boat.
Thank you Aqua Teen, for one of the greatest analogies of all time.