Thursday, February 17, 2005

Beasts

The beasts are killing me with their mean ropey hands. They are swaying around my neck, threatening-like. I am growing fangs in response. I want to drool on someone instead of onto my lonely desk. If I could find a young woman to smother with bodily fluids I would feel so happy. You may think I am a misogynist but I am not that foolish. Women are turmoil.

3 comments:

fairy butler said...

You may need to summon your rabbit army to defeat these beasts or maybe you just need to go to the bathroom?

Damian said...

Yess yes! grow your fangs and tear into the beasts. Now you get it. Blood and feces will flow and nude maidens will swoon. The moon will be full and HOOWWWWWWWW!

get a NYC metal update only at DEATHGOAT

Damian said...

Yess yes! grow your fangs and tear into the beasts. Now you get it. Blood and feces will flow and nude maidens will swoon. The moon will be full and HOOWWWWWWWW!

get a NYC metal update only at DEATHGOAT