| ZeD_sQuArE | 11-01-2007 12:15 AM |
JeffH:
Velvet Acid Christ - Phucking Phreak, from Calling Ov the Dead 1998
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledge hammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
You fucking freak, shut your fucking mouth!
An obese man, a disgusting man who could barely stand up, a man who if you saw him on the street you'd point him out to your friends so they could join you in mocking him, a man who if you saw him while you were eating you wouldn't be able to finish your meal.
Maybe you're just sitting around, reading guns and ammo, masturbating in your own feces do you just stop and go 'Wow it is amazing how fucking crazy I really am'.
This is a man who dedicated his life to making money by lying with every breath that he could master to keeping murderers and rapists on the street. A woman. Murderers John, like you said. A woman so ugly on the inside that she couldn't bare to go on living if she couldn't be beautiful on the outside. A drug dealer, a drug dealing pederast actually and let's not forget the disease spreading whore. Only in a world this shitty could you even try to say these were innocent people and keep a straight face. We see a deadly sin on every street corner in every home and we tolerate it, we tolerate because it's commonplace, and it's trivial. We tolerate it morning, noon and night.
Show me the box, what was in the box.
Put the gun down David.
Because I envy your normal life, it seems that envy is my sin.
Ahhh, what's in the box?
Not until you give me the gun.
What's in the fucking box?
Give me the gun.
You lie, your a fucking liar, shut up! | 