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There Is Something About Spending Christmas Alone, Naked, Sitting By The Christmas Tree Gripping A Shotgun, That Lets You Know Your Life Is Spinning Dangerously Outta Control.

It's Human Nature To Want To Keep Going, But You Have To Fight Against The "i'm Just Gonna Keep Doing It" When You Know The Possibility Of Not Looking Great On The Way Out.

You Grow, Learn, And The More I Can Sit In Silence And Be Comfortable With Myself, The More I Can Make Noise, As Ironic And Zen Buddhist And Satanic As It Sounds!

The More I Go Onstage, The More Quiet I Am Before, Because I Intend To Go Onstage And Slaughter.

What's Worse? Being Strung Out Or Being Fat?