I must ask, why is the clip of "Groupie" in Dead to the world-video? Do you want your fans to get shocked or what's the idea? Why would you like to give an impression that you treat your fans like that? Wheather it's real or not, I don't see the point...

Dear mr. Manson, can I send you some photos of me and from me(means selfmade) to get your oppinion about? VA

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why are you not coming to canada! come to canada! i was reading your tour dates and canada was not listed, not even a Toronto date. WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am not mad, if you choose not to come to canada it is up to you. WHAT THE FUCK

this is not the first message i have sent by any means but i am renouned for being tenatious. what is your opinion on this poem? i have submitted others but you seemed reluctant to advance an opinion. i would greatly appreciate one for this. thankyou. Lost Sisters One dark twilight I startled saw, Flickering lights, filtering through the trees. And delighted laughter trembling gently, On the spicy embrace of the evening breeze. Silhouetted by the firelight's glow, I saw a woman dancing 'fore the light. A dance so raw it seemed to me, That she were charming the world into night. She enraptured me so, I scarcely breathed, As I crept toward her without care. She continued to dance, and to entrance Me with the light upon her golden hair. The swaying of her silken dress, Wound knots about my soul, And the stare of her eyes through her pirouette Made me come willingly toward her call. I halted 'neath the lee of the trees; As near as I could dare. But the sound of her voice in the strain of her leaps, Was more than I could bear. I forsook my sense, and entered the light, And upon her stealthy crept, Until I saw with anguished eyes, That in her dance she wept. I started as she met my gaze, With eyes that told her woe; Of love and pain, faith and death, Of things that I could never know. She ceased her dance and came to me, With my pity mirrored in her eyes. We embraced as the fire lit our tears, As the breeze caught in our sobs and cries. We were sisters, it seemed, in our lament; Forever doomed to, weeping, roam. But neither she nor I need more resign, To weep in dark alone.

Are you a fan of Joan Crawford? I believe her real name is Lucille LeSueur.Have you seen the movie titled "Mommie Dearest?" It's about Joan and I find her personal life disturbing, I am sure you would also because someone asked if you would abuse a child. She did, maybe not physically but mentally. I loved the movie though and actual movies Joan did.