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My Birthday and I’m treating myself to some horror. Yea, I love horror but this flick? WTF It’s called the Human Centipede, this German dude, (Germans make the best madmen) plans to make a Human Centipede, get this, his plan is to get the first victim, hamstring em so they can’t stand up. get the second victim sew her mouth to the anus of the first and the third’s mouth is sown to the anus of the second. Wala, Human Centipede!

I know I should turn it off and burn it, bury it on consecrated ground and have an exorcism performed on me. But fuck if I’m not gonna watch it. Not sure I can ever look people in the eye again.
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Bloodmoney~Para~

They drag the blade Across the flesh of their wrists The wellspring of their lives Spray you in the face And you twist away You twist away! First instinct To jerk to the left From the exhilarating blast Caught off guard Just right To retard the intellect… They will live They will last the night As they lick the last ...

Happy Birthday

The cake lies musty and stale The balloons dry rotted and cracked Their colors faded The air that would give them life Has moved on And Clint died The clock nods And says "Just to remind ya dude" Another year lays parcels Into my pack Oh the weight But what of Love? Cheap and tawdry A bar stool whore Eying advantage Plundering A Viking raping with guttural ...

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