Your Lying Undecided Eyes

Today, two followers of the One came knocking on my door at separate times, and I told each of them a lie. They went away happy and I spared myself from having to receive all kinds of pamphlets and speeches. It felt good to lie and tell them I was One with them and the One. I made them happy. I think that's what is most important, here. Heh.

Posted by Jewel at October 26, 2008 3:10 PM

Lookin' for the good life
dressed to kill
She don't have to worry 'cause
there's always someone else who will
Loose and loaded every night
Dancin' underneath the flashin' light
sayin, "Look at me, baby, look at me.
I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm somebody."
Just slip into the arms of the Rezko Strangler

He's been around here all along, baby,
Been waiting for his time to come.
You lookin' for attention, darlin'
He will surely give you some

He's the crimson in your face du jour,
the fiddler in your darkest night.
He's the malady without a cure
And Rome is burning, but that's all right.
Just slip into the arms of the Rezko Strangler
Just slip into the arms of the Rezko Strangler

Posted by Rich Fader at October 26, 2008 6:36 PM