Hop in my limo.
We’ll listen to Phil Collins.
You’ll meet my chainsaw.
—Patrick Bateman
Hop in my limo.
We’ll listen to Phil Collins.
You’ll meet my chainsaw.
—Patrick Bateman
Can you lend a hand?
Would my face lie? See my smile?
You’ll be my death-toy.
Red balloons fly high.
A painted face brings a smile.
Death in small doses.
—John Wayne Gacy
He just wanted love.
To hold them close, save their hearts;
Iced in the freezer.
From the bell tower,
Shots ring out. We all fall down.
No bells toll today.
—Charles Whitman
Old, grey, frail and small.
You can trust your child with me.
I’ll sauté their flesh.