Suposed Wrong Deeds......

I enjoy doing things the suposed "wrong way" in front of suposed "good people", like drinking in public. I'll mix a lot of brandy with a little mountain dew(known as a boogie man), go to the local book store and hang out by the magazine rack. I'll find the most politically accepted looking creature, typically sportin' a tucked in button up with shoes that would be hard to run away from the cops in and stand right behind him.
Now I won't be over obvious and breath like a fat bitch getting fuct from behind, but I will make it known that my 64 oz. am/pm fountain drink has been severly tainted. Once I know he has noticed the boo's on my breath I'll nonchalantly walk in front of him towards the 'porno' section. I'll sift through all the dirty mags slowly and intently as if I know exactly what I am looking for. By now the civilized yuppie has casually began eyeing me without making it apparent.
I then will find the dirtiest, most detailed guy on guy mag', pull it out and begin to flip through the pages with the cover facing our proud tax-paying subject. Next I will just stand there waiting with the offensively, unpleasent magazine covering my face from the nose down....allowing only my eyes to peer over awaiting for awkward eye contact. Once eye contact has been made, I'll lower the magazine and just stare as if I saw an Alice Cooper look-a-like getting fuct by a diseased three-legged donkey. Then I'll just keep staring this guy down like he's the one who killed my father until he breaks the freakishly strange point in time he unfortunetly had to share with a drunk and deranged individual he found at the book store.
Most likely he'll put the magazine back on the rack and leave without buying a thing, and for the rest of the day my eyes will be at the beginning or end of each one of this broken business man's thoughts. After it's all said and done, I'll go home.
-ShotX

Go SATaN!!!!!!??!!!

Am I the only one in this universe that believes in the harsh reality that the majority of this country is a bunch of scared little bitches? They all seem to be running away from the truth like a rabbit from a wolfe and hiding from death like an open bottle of whiskey in a pulled over chevy. Why run away from the truth? Isn't that what sets us free? And why hide from death? Isn't that the only certainty in life we all share? Would it be wrong of me to say selling yourself to a dogmatic religion is like buying insurance for a car that you'll never drive? In other words; go to church, praise jesus, and get a V.I.P. pass to a club you will never find 'cuz it doesn't exsist. This is all my opinion and you are allowed to hate it. But my opinion has set me free.
If your'e a hardcore christian you most likely think that I am the devil and that's fine. Unaware, closed minded, naive mortals such as fagets that believe in the exoteric christian faith make me wanna paint my face pail and bump Marilyn Manson in a baptist church parking lot while i piss on the bible. So go ahead and hate me for believing in what's certain, and I'll continue to make fun of you for running scared.
666,
ShotX

HaLO OvER HoRNS

I'M FIGHTIN' BETWEEN THE CROSS AND THE TRITON/
I GOT A HALO OVER HORNS BUT NEITHER ARE SURVIVNG/
I FEEL DEPRIVED- DON'T KNOW IF I'LL EVER DIE/
POSSIBLE IMMORTAL MAN ALWAYS BE ALIVE/
LIKE ON ONE SIDE I FEEL LIKE IT'S ALL JUST A LIE/
CUZ IF GOD'S SO FUCKIN' GREAT WHY DID NOAH BOYE DIE/
AND I TRY TO FUCKIN' LISTEN BUT I CAN'T BE A CHRISTIAN/
CUZ IT'S ALL HIPOCRITICAL BULLSHIT THAT THEY'RE PREACHING/
ACTING LIKE THEY'RE TEACHING BUT THEY'RE REALLY POCKET REACHING/
STEALING YOUR OWN OPINION WITH THAT SHIT THAT THEY'RE FEEDING/
NOW I KNOW MY FEELINGS SOUND A LITTLE OUT OF REASON/
BUT I'M JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME KIND OF MOTHA FUCKIN' MEANING/
CUZ AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED THAT AIN'T SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN/
ALL THOSE STORIES JUST SOUND WAY TOO DAMN DECIEVING/
LIKE THE MIRICALES THEY SPEAK OF, WHY CAN'T I SEE ONE/
CUZ IF JESUS WALKED ON WATER IN FRONT OF ME I'D BE HIS SON/