Slick, slick like blood on reinforced, soundproof glass. If I had me a loaded "herwon" needle, I'd stick that spike deep into this pain in my solar plexus, and plunge away. Every day is a new day to "make things right," right?
But enough about me. This is my ascension, and my inevitable flutter down, and I think you all get that, by now. Ha!
Beloved Castleheads, I live for thee.
You lived for WOLD, NO TREND, Aanal Beehemoth, the mysterious JAM picture disc on Breathmint, Mesa Ritual, Grace Slick & The Great Society, the new Grasshopper on Pizza Night, and Hoor-paar-Kraat.
Sweet Laurel-Ann, she's pretty much done for. She spoke, she listened, whatever—sometimes that is all it takes. Words kill. Click on her voided eyes (before she hits that glass a few more times!) to access the playlist and streaming audio archive of last night's horrorcast.