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- Barnabus Collins Has More Skeletons In His Closet Than Vincent Price
of all the black hearted, you're the most exotic.
baby baby baby, please grace me with a thrill.
let's make this last..let's make this last..
..until your body passes over.
black leather, never seemed to matter.
until i saw your body splattered all over this "picture perfect plot".
there's no cause for alarm!
all will be well!
- From My Cold Dead Hands
We have to take this, to be alive.
there's just one life to give and so we strive..
..to build upon this, this way of rhymes, this book of lives, this custom of doubts.
we all re-adjust from your tastes.
slipping forward so we feel graced.
this passage that I've misplaced.
merely existing to stay the same.
just take this to the extent in which you are living the "morally predictable" way,