You can't argue with a sick mind.
Bela Lugosi'd dead
Thu, January 15, 2009 - 5:50 AM
White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi's dead
Undead undead undead
-Bauhaus
Thu, January 15, 2009 - 5:50 AM -
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Thu, January 15, 2009 - 8:30 AM
That song is so sad, it makes me wanna slaughter a bunch of surfers in an amusement park.
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Thu, January 15, 2009 - 1:49 PM
Ahhhhh, college days.
I had a goth boyfriend back then who told me once that *he* was an authentic tortured freak, but that *I* was merely a well adjusted, happy person wearing too much eyeliner and that I wasn't fooling him with my scowls. Oh I was indignant then. . . But it turns out he was right. I'm ok with that. |
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