At least he didn't do the whole "Silence of the lambs tuckback" while playing. That would have been disturbing.
I stand on the hill, not for a thrill, but for a breath of a fresh kill. Never mind the man who contemplates. Doing away with license plates. He stands alone anyhow. Baking the cookies of discontent, by the heat of the laundromat vent. Leaving his soul, parting the waters of the Medulla Oblangata of.....mankind.
