It was really neat to watch Sean's changing facial expressions as he died. The tree branch crashed through the windshield and went straight through his torso. I really hope I get to see something like that again one day.
Oh yeah? Well, you can tell that fuckin' mom of yours that we'll take a shit in her goddamned mouth! --The Whitaker Street Kids, Summer of '77
The Boy Made of Dung wished for eyes of corn. "If only I had them eyes of corn," he said, "I could see...just like a real boy!"
MARY JESUS MOTHERFUCK
Who will be chosen
as The Devil Worshippers' next victim?
Will it be YOU?