Yeah. I know Sometimes I bet ya think I'm some maniac. I'm all over the place and I come here to blast people and talk about pussies dicks and prescription pills. Well I ain't got a hook up and my street pharmacist just got their pussy stretched…so yeah you bet I'm out here and I'm needing to get high worse than Charlie sheen at Graceland.
I think…well I know. No. I hear..yes that’s it. How smart I am. Yes I do. Then I see all these fucking idiots….and they just suck it out of me. They have me on their level, dragging knuckles like my name was chuckles the clown and I made balloon animals to shove up your butt hole.
You know I think I should wonder what that look was for. Come hither…is it the same one…the one I saw…the one that made me indeed heed that call? I mean was it? Is it like something deep down like the thing inside me? I'm just fucking wondering. I don’t want to be a fool. I think maybe I am just a little too in danger of that.
Your Saint as seen during last call.