So, I was cleaning out my old room in my parents house as they're moving. I came across wonderful little nuggets from my past...old tests, notes from lectures that don't make any sense anymore, and, uh, "creative efforts", like this one:
"Kill, Die, Satan", a satire on death metal
Death
becomes me
die
I kill me
Death
is my master
I will die
I will kill
bow to Satan
Kill
Kill
Mutilate
Massacre
Die, die, die
(quiet)
I love him
Satan
Sex fuck kill
love
Satan
Die
(gradually building)
Die
Die
DIE
DIE
DIE!
I hate all of you
Kill
Kill
DIE!
(scream insanely, run around smashing things while singer sucks his own dick)
Ah, the candor of youth. Ain't they so cute?
"Kill, Die, Satan", a satire on death metal
Death
becomes me
die
I kill me
Death
is my master
I will die
I will kill
bow to Satan
Kill
Kill
Mutilate
Massacre
Die, die, die
(quiet)
I love him
Satan
Sex fuck kill
love
Satan
Die
(gradually building)
Die
Die
DIE
DIE
DIE!
I hate all of you
Kill
Kill
DIE!
(scream insanely, run around smashing things while singer sucks his own dick)
Ah, the candor of youth. Ain't they so cute?
recalcitrant:
Pictures of me dressed as Link for Halloween are still, theoretically, forthcoming.