Ne mogu vjerovat. Ništa od Mansona još danas. U biti tek je pol 8 kod njega još stigne nešto staviti na stranicu i fakat se nadam da hoće inaće će ovo bit još jedan debilan dan. Nisam baš nešto pisala na blog, a hebi ga, nemam vremena. Jedna ženska je otišla iz firme tako da sad moram i njen posao raditi. Dođem doma sva strgana i hiper depresivna tako da mi se ni ne da brljezgat gluparije po blogu. Nadam ste da ste svi dobro Ovo dole je pjesma od Mansona... i da imam nešto smiješno za vas sve ovdje koji me posjećujete pa, ovo je inaće sprdačina ali je mrak
"Valentine's Day"
She was the color of TV
her mouth curled under like a metal snake
although Holy Wood was sad
they'd remember this as Valentine's day
flies are waiting
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
slit our wrists and send us to heaven
the first flower after the flood
I saw that pregnant girl today
she didn't know that it was dead inside
even though it was alive
some of us are really born to die
flies are waiting
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
slit our wrists and send us to heaven
the first flower after the flood
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death