Hello, you(all of 'em, eventheREALLYtinyOne.)motherfUckers,
It's cold down here.
Turn up the heat.
Okay, that's nice.
Thanks, said he.
Said the dead guy.
Says this guy who's dead.
Done with the mortal coil.
Changed the soulful oil.
Let it drip all over the floor. Got a new filter.
New sense of reality.
It's still cold here.
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me?
Tapping you
that you, that one, that shrill little pester in your ear?
Gooseflesh season, maladies.Ma' ladies.
Time to go hunting.
There's echoes everywhere.
Still freezing.
Toss me a match?
Will you light my candle? (AIDS for FAGS)
There's a murky syrup resting heavily in my gut.
I'll puke it out now.
I'll puke it on all of you.
So cold.
So hopeless.
So...
... so free.