No One's Coming In Seeing My Dogs,

The Language Of Love Letters Is The Same As Suicide Notes.

If You Want To Ask About My Drug Problem, Go Ask My Big, Fat, Smart, Ten Pound Daughter, She'll Answer Any Questions You Have About It.

I'm A Survivor, At Least That's What Everyone Tells Me.

I Like To Behave In An Extremely Normal, Wholesome Manner For The Most Part In My Daily Life. Even If Mentally I'm Consumed With Sick Visions Of Violence, Terror, Sex And Death.

I'm Covered With Loser Dust.