Shrieking and cursing and showing their tits
They writhe on the ground and wallow in shit
Girls gone wild!

Filthy and rabid and smelling like skunks
They stumble about like bumbling drunks
Girls gone wild!

Running with wolves and covered with fleas
They dine in dumpsters and piss where they please.
Girls gone wild!

LOOK OUTSIDE I'M ON YOUR STREETCORNER MOUTH STUFFED WITH A SOCK STARING UP WITH CAMERAEYES I SEE YOU AND ALL YOU DO I AM THE LARGE BLACK SPIDER CRAWLING UP YOUR FIRE ESCAPE I AM THE DIRTY BLACK ANGEL ON YOUR CEILING STARING DOWN DOWN DOWN ALL NIGHT LONG I AM THE FIEND THAT HAUNTS ALL YOUR DREAMS WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP

Please voice your support by going out and buying at least one of his CDs.

(Also, please copy this entire entry into your LiveJournal in order to spread the word. Thank you!)

I've been dead for nearly three years.

If only I could stop dying, I could start living.

I hereby declare the phrase “careless whisper” to be a new euphemism for vomiting.

Aren't you tired of LiveJournalers prattling on endlessly about everything you don't give a shit about? People need to be put in their place. Now, you too can wield the Cold Fist of Reality! Right now (and at least once a day from here on), copy the following phrase, and paste it as a comment in someone's LiveJournal:

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I imagine my insides look like black hanging moist sacs, all steamy and gurgling. Dripping clotted froth. Dry rot in the corners. Pockets of writhing vermin. Stench of three week old casserole.

spreading black talons setting up shop making itself right at home hanging black bats setting up the rot phoning all its friends spreading itself thin death crawls in death crawls in death crawls in

Never overestimate your importance in the lives of others.