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Six Feet Under can't do a bad song. A z-grade death metal band covering an entire AC/DC album is fucking awesome. Bad covers: Metallica - "Tuesday's Gone" Sting - "Ain't No Sunshine" Boy George - "Boys Don't Cry" Those are all fucking atrocious. Really, really good covers: Uncle Tupelo - "I Wanna Be Your Dog" Tori Amos - "'97 Bonnie and Clyde" Tori Amos - "Raining Blood" My own band's death metal version of "Steal My Sunshine" Also, Diamanda Galas does my favorite version of "I Put A Spell On You", which is a very heavily covered song, and I am also a die hard Marilyn Manson fan... but still.

Six Feet Under can't do a bad song. A z-grade death metal band covering an entire AC/DC album is fucking awesome. Bad covers: Metallica - "Tuesday's Gone" Sting - "Ain't No Sunshine" Boy George - "Boys Don't Cry" Those are all fucking atrocious. Really, really good covers: Uncle Tupelo - "I Wanna Be Your Dog" Tori Amos - "'97 Bonnie and Clyde" Tori Amos - "Raining Blood" My own band's death metal version of "Steal My Sunshine" Also, Diamanda Galas does my favorite version of "I Put A Spell On You", which is a very heavily covered song, and I am also a die hard Marilyn Manson fan... but still.

I'll change my title to that just for you, Milky. I even have a Lindsay Lohan tribute as my main picture. Done!, although you wound up as my number two. Not even The Most Disgusting Slutty Cunt On Earth is brutal enough to unseat Murderface as my number one friend. Although I've gone ahead and converted my entire top friends to bands and celebrities. You're the only real person left, so that's still very good.

I want her on my friends list. It will be good to see "The Most Disgusting Slutty Cunt On Earth' as my number one.

Yeah, me too. No they don't. A lying, cheating, drug addicted whore is destined for these things. It's just business as usual, no karma, no justice.

Let me rephrase that... there's nothing that I can't do if I could get away with it, that doesn't necessarily mean I want to. I have a moral code, I just chose it for myself, I don't think there's any obligation for me to be a decent guy, but it's what I like doing. I've been called a sociopath many times before, by many people, including trained professionals, but I think I've found my niche in being a nihilist. Do I care? Sort of. Does that undermine my belief system? Doesn't matter. Why not? Skeletor jumping the grand canyon. What? Exactly. And that's nihilism.

Oh, and regarding cannibalism, I just meant that if it were socially accepted to eat human meat, I would, as long as it tasted good. I'm a nihilist, it's not meant to be shocking, I'm just pointing out that there is pretty much nothing I won't do if I can get away with it, and this lifestyle applies to meat eating as well, even though I don't agree with torturing animals. I don't like it on a personal level, but it doesn't really matter in the end. Torture them if you want.

If you bleed 'em out, they don't die right away. Regular slaughtering is supposed to be instant. I always thought that this was why kosher tastes so good, because it saturates the meat with delicious adrenaline, while the cow slowly bleeds out.

I'll tell an anecdote about two vegans I know. One of them was really hungry one day and there was nothing there but this pizza (which had real cheese on it). Finally she got so hungry that she said fuck it and had a piece. The other vegan saw her and said "Why are you eating that?" and she said "Because I was hungry." and he said "That's not why. It's because you don't care!" And he stormed off. That's like me. I don't like the idea of animals suffering either, but I eat meat anyway, because it tastes good. Put me in the right culture, I'd be a cannibal.

Yeah, but if you don't like seeing animals suffer, like I was saying, you have to be prepared to go all the way vegan. Besides, dying isn't the same as suffering. They don't torture the animals to death (unless they're kosher). It would actually make more sense to give up dairy and junk and still eat meat.

When you're metal, "hate" means "love". I hate you Frigid Mascot. I've always hated you.

Conversely, I hate every single one of you.

People who don't eat meat make me sick. If someone is a vegetarian because they think it's wrong to hurt the animals, I do point out to them that they should really just be vegan, because, for example, the life of a dairy cow is worse than that of a meat cow. They usually agree with me, look sadly at their grilled cheese or whatever, and conclude that while that would be nice, they just can't make that kind of commitment. Someone once told me I should stop eating meat, and I told them that I'd consider it but I'd have to take up hunting, because if I stop being responsible for the slaughter of animals, I'm just not me anymore.

Shut up.

You wanna rumble? I failed recess. I don't play.

Shut up, justsoyouknow.

That's what I thought was fourth plateau, but it got worse than that. I did quit for a long time after that, and then when I tried it again, I really went to four. That was just horrifying. I mean, as fucked up as I was in the time I was talking about there, I was sure it couldn't get worse, but it did. If you go to four, you know for sure. I wrote on my wall: "This is a fourth plateau dxm trip, and it will end."

I'm in love.

Well, you're already sold, but I'll still comment that there is really a lot of sapphic interplay in this, not done for teasing purposes, but truly genuine, and in some cases utterly disturbing. Very little nudity or what I'd call overt lezness, but there is that undercurrent there.

No, no... Yuna, if you like the gay, you won't like this one. But if you like the lez, you gonna love it. Neither of those apply to actual sex, btw. The answer is better.

^ You need to pay closer attention. A lot of those questions have pretty obvious answers. The most shocking ending is the guy's junk being cut off; not shock like surprise, shock like awe. I dunno... I've watched some pretty fucked up stuff. Mainstream wise, it was pretty bad. Yeah, you don't usually get pickle shots at all, much less having it cut off and fed to a dog. Yes, that definitely holds a claim to most shocking ending ever.

Eli Roth is my inspiration as a filmmaker. If I ever get any of my movies made, this is exactly the type of thing I want people saying about me. This too.

Was I denying that? Or did it seem like I was? Cause I wasn't. I was using fucked up in a positive way. Although in my case it was also a negative way. When I went fourth plateau, it was both the best and worst day of my life. And without of the ill effects? That's a mistake. If I had one drug to do forever for the rest of my life, it would be... percodan.

The fact that I haven't been near as good about brushing them as I should just might have something to do with it too. It's more a case of cavities gone unchecked than teeth falling out by the roots. And considering that I've experimented with half the illegal drugs on the planet at some point, but no longer do any of them, I'd say that sticking to storebought stuff is like my own version of longterm rehab. Half? Nigga I did all of them. And I will say that dex messed me up worse than anything I ever did, by far. If you want to do it, that's ok, I don't tell people what to do, but don't justify it. It's like when I went to In N Out with this fat chick and she got two cheeseburgers, and she was like, "No, it's just like a double cheeseburger except you get more veggies." I was like "You want to eat two burgers, eat 'em, but do not sit there and tell me it's healthier."

Ok, I did check them. I'm sure I can tell worse stories about the effects of the drug, Jingus is about him doing it way too long. It reminds me of these two girls I dated back to back. They were both huge drug addicts, reformed, but the one of them had drug stories that were really funny, the other's were just sad and disturbing. Like, one of them would snort meth off of her text book in the middle of class in high school, in the front row. The other would do shots and snort coke with her mother at age twelve. Those are both stories of terrible drug addiction, but the subtle difference between sad and funny is exemplified. The funny one I'm still great friends with. Well, not great. I'm distancing her by constantly making fun of her for being a drug addict. The sad one tried to get me arrested for harassing her after I told her I only wanted to be friends.