Nick Cave and the bad seeds with his greasy grind "We call upon the Author to explain".
I need to get the word venom out of me... the toxic purge better keep me goin.
I'm scared shit of the day I loose the sting. What use is a slithering reptile without the bite... they end up hangin' down some bitch's wrist bearing face paint 'n shit. This ain't the misogynist "me", I'm just being polite and bit polarized on a misanthrope pole.
Marriage - wow the fukkin' sound of the word...it's beyond dread... take my mediocre self and multiply it and watch it breed - GOD sure has some shit in store for his creations.
I just strolled into the bookstore and came back haulin' something that feels so priceless but yet it did have its bill digits in place 'n thank GOd for money and all that it can buy - even if its the complete collection of Amar Chitra Katha's Mahabharatha. I always dreamt of havin' it...
Comictose...