you are a finchley child, with a grand piano in the drawing room and your words are as dust in the whirlwind
will you kill when the glorious revolution reaches your door?
eat his entrails and exult
it is the overthrowing of those that stand in our way and nothing more. we sing death, the sweetest music
tbh i think that would be hilarious, lets do it!would like to make a soup out of @suspended 's stomach. what say you?