I want to marry that junkie wench with the evil eye in my dreams.
That would be romantic, just like the Nazis were.
I want to die.
I want to kill my folks.
I’m afraid of that junkie wench with the evil eye, but it feels
so romantic like the Nazis used to be.
I want to die.
I want to kill my folks
just like the Lizard King.
I’m his illegitimate son.
I’ve got ten thousand days
And counting.