the world is on fire . . . and the best I can do is spin in a circle as I take a piss.
Bran Washed BOy Went Awry
MODERN USES OF BRAINWASHING TO SILENCE CRITICS
AND INSTITUTE PET FRIENDLY CULTS:
KILL THE IDEAS
AND KEEP THE BODY ALIVE
FOR CHEAP LABOR
mind snapped like a twig
personality traits inserted
psychosis induced by drugs
keep the machine
the new rules of the silent war
one shattered mind at a time
Squirrels in trees surrounding the house scream bloodcurdling and then drop dead when they hear me singing. Hell, people actually start to cut out their ear drums when they hear my music. So I try not to sing unless I really need a good laugh and only a very cruel, bitter one is available. Go In Peace, or at least just, go, you know?