IMMORTAL

He has been dead for over twenty years, yet he continues to be the subject of film, documentaries, novels, artists, writers, and even religious sermons. He is the poster boy for serial killers, always used as the example, the human blueprints as to how serial killers operate. He had the power to manipulate and use everyone he came into contact with, most of who were his victims. To women he was in fact Lucifer, the most beautiful angel. He was so charismatic that even after he confessed his guilt, women still adhered to his greatness and wanted him. Even the men who knew him were jealous, envious, and out to destroy him because they couldn’t measure up to Ted Bundy.

His effect on people was so severe that even while he was being executed, masses of people congregated outside the prison in celebration of his death like some bizarre second crucifixion. This once greatly offended me but now I just see it for what it was. Ted Bundy had them all by the balls. Whatever their reasons were for being there, they were there under his spell.

While he was alive the families of his victims were consumed by Ted Bundy. After his death, they were still consumed, unable to find peace. The people responsible for his capture and degradation, one man in particular whom I loathe, the disgustingly jealous and spiteful loser, to this day, can’t leave Ted Bundy alone. It almost seems like it’s a never ending battle, fighting to tarnish his memory and have the last word. Well, I have news for you. Ted Bundy will always have the last word. You will never have closure and you will always be a loser who can’t measure up to Ted Bundy. You will never have the balls to do what he did because you’re a disgusting cowardly pig.

The point is, Ted Bundy never died. He owns us all. In the end, he won. And you will forever be kissing his ass and the more you try to take him down, the more you will fail.

sacredheartjesus

The words are so familiar
All the same greats, the same mistakes
It doesn’t have to be like this

If you don’t make a friend now
One might make you, so learn
The gentle art of making enemies

Don’t you look so surprised
Happy birthday… fucker
You blow that candle out,
We’re gonna kick you, kick you

Don’t say you’re not because you are
Don’t say you’re not because you are
History tells us that you are
History tells us that you are

And all you need is just one more excuse
You put up one hell of a fight
You put up one hell of a fight
I wanna hear your very best excuse
I never felt this much alive
I never felt this much alive

Your day has finally come
So where the hat and do the dance
And let the suit keep wearing you

This year you’ll sit and take it
And you will like it
It’s the gentle art of making enemies

I deserve a reward
‘Cause I’m the best fuck that you ever had
And if I tighten up my hole
You may never see the light again

There’s always an easy way out
There’s always an easy way out
You need something wet in your mouth
You need something wet in your mouth

And all you need is just one more excuse
You put up one hell of a fight
You put up one hell of a fight
I wanna hear your very best excuse
I never felt this much alive
I never felt this much alive

I never felt, never felt this much alive…

Faith No More