I am singer Houston, and whenever I fail to kill myself, I immediately choose instead to fuck myself right in the eye socket with whatever handy utensil is lying around.
“He said that that had freed him from everything. He was happy after that. He said he was changed and was ready to go. That symbolic statement basically freed him from all the pain he was in. He feels like he is closer to God now.”
You hear that? GOD HATES EYES.
(Thanks, Kelly Sue.)