Category: Writers Block
The excitement has begun.Let the panic attacks and breakdowns sink their comforting cancer into the seaty palms of our hands like well prescribed press- on-nails.Our stigmata will stagnate and we will shake ,shake hands like little boys --if boys were just like puppies- spreading our ringworm.ATTENTION MY CRIPPLING ORCHESTRA!! I am your Cracked Atom!! .......drum roll please ....At least our death wishes will come true .We dont even need to blow out the candles.I hear that thunder, I hear it too.It's all my goddamn Frankensteins coming back for some sick closure. Listen ,the world can't be an opera when it needs an operation. The 2nd coming of christ,will require more than softcore porn,mini bar and viagra. Dont ever answer the door and remember that most authorities believe that the side effects of this breeding ground of talentless chaos will not leave any permanent damage.
We are the "good monsters" {inverted commas} that are only chipped away by the banality of entertainment {inverted commas} and our black encrusted beehives harden into hideous-honey-diamonds,too personal and nervous for idiots to hold or cherish. Only your love is uncanny and only you can feel that all of our art is muscle.Your beauty will be edible or it will not be beauty at all--no salvation and no forgiveness. We are the ones with the bloody knuckles.It has taken 10 years, boys and girls to climb this ugly hill and these are the Songs Of Golgotha. We have put together the best of what we have made and this is only a reminder that you can cut off the head but it only grows back harder. The band is in the studio, still growing and there are no signs of our knuckles healing...Marilyn Manson.