And they said to me, "when things grow too savage for the sake of saving, stand back and figure how to make them even more grotesque". Little did they know that I was already hard at work at my own personal Haunting. Slaggin' and Crashin' and Choppin' Bliggy on octagonal glASStABLEs. Yeah, generally Muckin' About. (Heath)Cliff Huxtable ain't got shit on me!
"What happened to you?" she asked. "You used to be beautiful". Whimpering and Malcontent like a chamber maid on bomb heron.
And my response?
Let's just say...
I "silenced her with my
And that was the end of it, yeah.