InsaneJournal

Current mood:	curious
Current music:	Oingo Boingo - Only A Lad

awake asleep
Perhaps if we're nice, he'll go away
He'll go away?

Hey there Johnny you really don't fool me
You get away with murder and you think it's funny
You don't give a damn if we live or if we die,
Hey there Johnny boy
I hope you fry!

I don't care what that crap he's drawn all over him s'posed to mean.

He touches my Funyuns, he is a dead man. Elf. Thing.

Least he looks like he's made of meat. Meat that's gone a bit off, yei, greenish hue. But meat anyways.

Can't rightly kill the other one. He's right hard t' stab. Gets all...flinty...when y'poke him too hard.

Honestly. She's got horrific taste in men. 'Cept fer me, o' course.