Enter now, and violate.
   Monday, April 12, 2004, 7:59 PM

I feel like a fucken clump of dung. I feel like bursting into an infinity of pieces. Dear Christine, i might be Eric, but i seriously can fucken make you a princess, in the limelight of my life. So be it if i'm the Phantom. Arseholes on wrimjaw.

Enter now the fiendish one, twisted little men. Vile wretched disgusting mess, perverted little men. Born of hell. In disease. Hate festers in their veins. Demonic clowns and shapeshifters. Little men gone insane. It's not you on the list, just them.
"Watch it beat as you cry". Yeah. Enter now, and violate.