Hello again, weirdos! It’s me, the one who writes the things which must never be read, and adds to the words sounds which must never be heard. There was once a one called Paddy, but he went away. Then he came back! But then he went away again. He too was possessed of the drink of the cactus practice, and thus spewed forth an occasional disaster. Suffice to say, those too will appear in the Spac Hole one day, once they have passed sufficient quarantine. Here then is one of my dedications to him. Remember this- that viewing these words will likely cause a curse to befall you and your’s and that your fabrics will yearn endlessly to hear the accompanying sounds. Visit the Spac Hole on the you tube for some relief, as the sounds will one day soon make a deadly appearence there. But, for now:
I hope you are having a pleasant day.
I don’t want to spoil your fun, but, I have come for your soul.
Happy Birthday, Paddy.
Have some presents.
Merry Christmas too, you dirty, filthy scumbag.
This is a gift; I hope you like it.
If not prepare to die you ungrateful ass.
I’ll clucking kill you.
Understand you are going to die.
I am in The Shadows.
I am in The Mist.
I am what the insane fear.
Hi I’m Stacey.
I am singing very badly.
I’m dressing up as Lara Croft, mummy!
I like to spend my time in the toilets;
Andrew calls them traps.
I hope I get to play Street Fighter tonight, yes yes.
I am Ryu!
I bet you are laughing cos I’m a clever, funny boy.
This song is now over, thankfully as I’m bored of it.
Have you finished your supper?
Link to the past it up!
You may hear laughter and wonder from where it comes.
It is you.
Laughing at yourself from an asylum you will soon inhabit.