I'm bored an lonely. All my living friends are too goddamn good to hang out with a desiccated corpse.
Fuck you all, cockgobblers. Current Mood: dead
|Interesting Fact (that few are aware of)
There is no afterlife. No Heaven, no Hell, not even a decent purgatory.
When we die, we stay in our shells and witness the decomposition of the physical from within. Current Mood: dead
|A maligned soul
Round Harold isn't really such a bad guy.
Once you get past the smell, but who am I to talk? Current Mood: dead
You all shall be reaped in due... Wait, that doesn't sound right at all.
You shall be reap... seriously, what's the past tense of "reap?"
You shall be anally raped. There. I said it.
Now go away! Current Mood: dead