I regret Nothing; Part Infinity + 1; My body was a gift exchanged between me and god to do with as I please. If I want to wreak havoc on it, that's for me to decide. It's just between me, myself, I, and a few other people of whom, the names: right now, I just don't quite remember. I think one of their names began with a J, but I'm not quite certain right now. I know that there was a smell of a public urinal in the air at the time. Please consult me on this in the future when I'm not so drunk. Good luck on that. You will need it. And a gasmask too. You might want to bring one of those along as well. Apparently, my breath smells like paint thinner according to one of my coworkers. Sometimes, I feel bad for my body. It's been one long, cruel joke on it, all for my own amusement. Like it thinks it's dying, so it goes about pathetically trying to sow its seed as far and wide as possible and I just sit back quietly giggling to myself. It's quite the spectacle, let me tell you. Its aimless reckless wandering; the only thing in its mind is to procreate. "Yeah, go sow the seed," I tell it and laugh hysterically. Little does it know there is no seed to sow. My body is as sterile as George Bush, Jr. with coke dick in a room full of Iraqi suicide bombers. I don't really know why that would make him sterile, but it sounded nice. I think that would make him get coke dick, I mean impotent. I'm always fucking with its head. Yeah, go stick your penis in things and see if you can replicate yourself. Stupid ass bitch! Yeah, I know that sounds terrible. Even to me, the phrase, "stupid ass bitch" gives me a gag reflex. But the idea of calling my own body "stupid ass bitch," entertains me to no end. And, the idea of fucking with my own body's head is even better. "Yeah, you stupid ass bitch! You're dead to me! All of y'all are dead to me! Especially you, whoever's reading this. I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!" The only two things that would satisfy my body's desires are to see a baby Tomatoes or the smell of living cadavers burning in a gigantic oven. Especially if it smells like cinnamon cookies. This blog's black metal suggestion is Wolves in the Throne Room. They are one of those black metal bands that even non-black metal fans like. They are stupendous. I'm pretty sure I have seen them at least once, but it wasn't until I heard their recorded music, that I completely fell in love with them. I don't even want to describe it because I feel like it would cheapen it for you.