Serpents bang the window pane for fruitless hours. "Where is our apple?!" "Where is our apple?!" "Kill that man. Kill that Manson. He is STARK raving mad and we are sad."

I say throw him in the hole and cover him in those forsaken songs. Where is our devil? (We know where god is.)

LOVE the exaggerated. LOVE what we are knot, until we are so tangled we cannot escape.

I I I I have got a big new cd, undefined, well-designed. I want to give you a peak this week-end. Maybe 5 or 10, I don't know.

I have final news on the book. There's a date set. Place your bet.

I I I love you all (yes, all) and I hate to see this tower of babble fall. It is just a playground, and the principal will fix the sandbox soon.

Good afternoon,
Da Da Marilyn Manson Da Da

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