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Y'all ever hear that cut Pass the peas by the JB's? ....Well I'm gonna say like Bobby Byrd....
"Because it makes me Haaappy."
The sound of women shrieking in terror is like music to my ears. Shattering my illusion of what is safe, staining my mind and corrupting my thoughts with morbid imagery and prose give me joy. Tragedy, sorrow, death and macabre fill me with and increased lust for life.
As far as preparation and adaptation...seems to me like they paintin' with a pretty broad brush. Desensitized more likely....Media is not a mirror.
Yo Ftusk that's deep.... this skeleton I'm wearin' ain't got me trapped....but yeah, out on the scene and wanna kill the conversation? Just bring up the subject of horror.
Last edited by Dead Bad Things; 12-11-2017 at 03:15 PM.
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