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I Hope You Die
You must die, I alone am best!
I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve
In front of the Beatle's tour bus
A Bookmobile and a Mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red, you have no brakes
And Hard Copy gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face.

Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

I hope your Pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner
Perhaps even the British Royal Family
And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle- fed puppy
And we can't forget the newlyweds
And those Jerry's kids are as good as dead
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die
I hope your cellmate thinks he's God
But C.N.N. refer to him as Bowling Ball Bag Bob
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the Silence of the Lambs dance to Christian Rock
Eats feces and quotes from Deliverence
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince

Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
And forces you to play a game called Balls on Chin
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember fist can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
'Cause he's the guy you flipped the bird to the other day
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die
I hope you die

Yesterday, I returned from a seven- day trip to the beach. I was in one of my beach moods, so it was perfect timing (Some of you understand what that means, others shouldn't worry about it). My summer vacation started a few weeks ago, so after two weeks of doing nothing and seeing the same three people (no offense to those three people) I thought I needed a chance to get out of the house and see lots of people, and with the beach only a couple of hours away... Anyways, the irony of the situation is this, while I went because I needed to see new people, once I saw them....I remembered why I hate being around large groups of people...The majority of them are stupid. I'm not saying that I'm a genius or anything, but I found myself crying because the thought of these people having power crossed my mind and scared me to death. Maybe it's just another one of my complaints about humanity and the direction that it's going, but I felt like rambling for awhile....apologies go to all of you that have read this, and I'll make sure to make up for the bitching in the next entry. sweatdrop

Here's an idea for a new story: A pirate meets a ninja and they fall in heart