The Way People Look At It:

The Death of one man is a Tragedy,
The Death of 10,000 is A Statistic

A Tisket, A Tasket,
A Blood filled f.u.c.k.i.n.g basket

My lies are truth
believe them
they are all you'll ever know of me

-- IT'S ABOUT LOVE NOT GENDER --

Soon is forever away

Happiness is just a gash away

And as the skin rips off I cherish the revolting thought that even if I quit, there's not a chance in hell I'd stop.

"Twas I,
I, who had taken her home with me
I, who had slain her to feed my addiction
I, who had become a killer that day.
Tis I, The hunter of Flesh.
I am the Scent of Death."

I DON'T NEED A MAN IN MY LIFE
I HAVE MYESHA!!!!!

ILY WOMAN.

"Here's to seasonal madness, part-time relitives and substitutions for love!"