01. More Of Myself To Kill 6:4802. Arsonist 4:50
03. Aspirations 5:45
04. What We Have Become 5:07
05. Fire For A Dry Mouth 6:05
06. Naked By The Computer 5:34
07. Use Of A Weapon 4:51
08. Shevanel Cut A Flip 9:29
BRIEF REVIEW:
I FUCKING DESPISE SEASONAL HOLIDAYS. IN THE FESTIVE OF THINGS, PEOPLE ARE SPENDING QUALITY TIME WITH THEIR FAMILIES AND "LOVED ONES". WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE TWO AFOREMENTIONED CRAP ANYWAYS?! LAST TIME I CONVINCED MYSELF THAT I HAD A FAMILY AND NOT RAISED IN A FUCKING GOVERNMENT-SUBSIDIZED GROUP HOME, THE COUNSELLOR FORCE-FED ME SALTY SEMEN ON A NIGHLY BASIS ON TOP OF MY CREAKY BUNK-BED THAT I SHARED WITH MY NIGGER BUDDY "AHKINGS" WHO MUGGED ME OF MY BALONEY SANDWICHES ON A DAILY BASIS (AND IF THAT'S NOT BAD ENOUGH, MIND YOU, AHKINGS WAS STRICTLY A MUSLIM AND ENTIRELY FUCKING VEGETARIAN!). I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY EVERYBODY LOVES MOLESTING A HIDEOUSLY FAT FRECKLE-FACED GINGER LIKE ME, BUT EVERY TIME THEY DID IT, I FUCKING CRIED MY MISERABLE ASS OFF BECAUSE IT JUST FELT SO GODDAMN GOOD. WHO SAID YOU CAN'T MIX PAIN WITH PLEASURE, YOU FUCKING LOVE-CYNICAL FAGGOTS?!
I HAVE PROBLEMS WITH LONELINESS. EVERY YEAR WHEN CHRISTMAS TIMES, I INVITE ALL MY IMAGINARY LITTLE PUPPET FRIENDS OVER FOR A FUCKING TEA PARTY. I SEW THEM UP MYSELF WITH BUTTONS FOR EYES AND A SOCKET FOR MY FINGERS, AND HAVE NAMED THEM FROM "ADAM" TO "JONES" TO "ZACK" RESPECTIVELY IN THE ALPHABETICAL ORDER. IT WASN'T UNTIL THIS YEAR WHEN I REALIZED TEN WASN'T MERELY ENOUGH WITH ALL THE EXTRA TEA LEAVES I'VE RAKED OFF MY LANDLORD'S COMPOSE BIN, SO I SEWED MYSELF A NEW ONE NAMED WHICH I PLACED RIGHT ON MY LONG, THICK AND ERECT PENIS. I NAMED HIM ZUHAIR BECAUSE HE'S BROWN DUE TO THE FREQUENT CONTACT WITH THE INSIDE OF MY ASSHOLE. HEY ZUHAIR, HOW ABOUT YOU REFRAIN FROM BEING A DIRTY PAKISTANI AND GET SOME DEODERANT BECAUSE YOU FUCKING SMELL LIKE MY PUTRID SHIT?!
I HAVE PROBLEMS WITH LONELINESS. EVERY YEAR WHEN CHRISTMAS TIMES, I INVITE ALL MY IMAGINARY LITTLE PUPPET FRIENDS OVER FOR A FUCKING TEA PARTY. I SEW THEM UP MYSELF WITH BUTTONS FOR EYES AND A SOCKET FOR MY FINGERS, AND HAVE NAMED THEM FROM "ADAM" TO "JONES" TO "ZACK" RESPECTIVELY IN THE ALPHABETICAL ORDER. IT WASN'T UNTIL THIS YEAR WHEN I REALIZED TEN WASN'T MERELY ENOUGH WITH ALL THE EXTRA TEA LEAVES I'VE RAKED OFF MY LANDLORD'S COMPOSE BIN, SO I SEWED MYSELF A NEW ONE NAMED WHICH I PLACED RIGHT ON MY LONG, THICK AND ERECT PENIS. I NAMED HIM ZUHAIR BECAUSE HE'S BROWN DUE TO THE FREQUENT CONTACT WITH THE INSIDE OF MY ASSHOLE. HEY ZUHAIR, HOW ABOUT YOU REFRAIN FROM BEING A DIRTY PAKISTANI AND GET SOME DEODERANT BECAUSE YOU FUCKING SMELL LIKE MY PUTRID SHIT?!
I DON'T KNOW WHY I DON'T UPDATE THIS SITE. MY LONELINESS HAS TAKEN A FUCKING TOLL NOWADAYS THAT I'D CALL THE GUINESS BOOK OF WORLD RECORDS FOR BEING THE LONELIEST MAN ON EARTH, EXCEPT THAT IF I HAD ANY CELLUAR OR MOBILE CONTACT WITH ANYONE IN THIS OUTSIDE WORLD, I'D IMMEDIATELY BREAK THE RECORD. GODDAMN YOU FAGGOTS! STOP COMING TO VISIT ME ON MY MY SITE, I'M SETTING UP A FAGGOT WORLD RECORD!
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