Doll House is lonely, honey…

Call her an ambulance and buy her some Elmer’s glue. So. She can goo up her purple Mohawk….

She has to look cool as she drags that razor up tender veins

“Remember children, it’s down the road, not across the street…”

Oh. Irony.

“Isn’t it what we feed on, Joe? Oh wait… uh I mean Paul… shit, man, I’m so stoned…”

Heh, yea you’re stoned and I’m going to Hell. What a fine pair of misfits we are.

Doll House, take this pill and pretend we’re all beautiful…

With Lessons learned, maybe I’ll become a kindergarten teacher.

“Remember children, time is never wasted when you’re wasted all the time…”

Oh. Shit. Where am I?