you're cute baby, real cute. a fella would be real lucky to have a broad like you on his arm. but i need blood and guts baby, and maybe a cigarette before the final course. this worlds gone a little crazy and things down stairs don't work like they used to. the only thing that gets me worked up these days is the thought of someones insides on the outside with a squeeze of lime. i guess thats all a zombie like me can hope for in this mixed up world. you'll always be number one kid, and don't let anyone tell you different.

.brains.