Marilyn Manson is an exemplary depiction of the Christ, perhaps in a more esoteric sense. I hate grouchy people, I mean seriously, what is there to be grouchy about? You really think you have it that bad? My own life is boring, sure, but it's still just awesome to be alive. My manic-depressive cousin hasn't been doing so well lately. He doesn't believe in God, I really think he would benefit from having God in his life. He wouldn't need to be a Jesus freak. I suggested therapy to him, because maybe that would help? I wouldn't really know, I've had only a tiny bit of therapy. I'm listening to Megadeth right now. My dachshund is sleeping next to me on the couch. Now I'm listening to Ozzy Osbourne. I remember that time a bird pooped on my head, it's a good thing there wasn't anyone else around. I haven't had sex in a very long time. Sex is really not that great. I mean, it feels good, but it's so selfish. You're just using someone else's body for your own pleasure.
"Imagination, life is your creation"
