A Blog? What A N00b! It's All About Myspace 'N' Shiz... Right?

Wrong. Unlike social networking sites, you can actually talk about yourself freely here. I intend to make you think about a lot of things in IC, so be prepared if you follow, although it's not all serious. I have a variety of things I'd like to talk about, and at the end of many posts I'll put a song, or rather some lyrics I've written. When I do so, I want you to read them and ponder. Does it relate to you? Is it just comical? Because what one person sees as funny, another person sees as serious. For example, where you are now; right now, put your hands up. Now lie down on the floor and put your hands up again. Did you put your hands above your head, or did you place them towards the ceiling? In two days time I will be talking about the Kill Hannah gig. I hope to see some responses.

Ben Morris, Signing off...

The Halloween and Paedophile Day Song

Halloween,

Nothing to me it means,

Just a bunch of ugly kids only ever seen,

On the day they're allowed to make people scream...

Ghosts and ghouls,

And badly dressed fools,

A hat and a cape from ASDA,

If you don't give them,

Lots of sweets,

They'll blow up your shiny new Mazda.

Trick or treat,

Egged house or sweets,

The day you're allowed to run riot,

So knock on the door,

Ask for some more,

And hope you don't get kidnapped tonight...

I'll sit and home,

Listening to rock,

Whilst they come up to the door,

And they knock,

The greedy assholes,

Want some sweets to eat,

They don't understand,

That's the trick not the treat,

Betcha ten quid,

That in the next morning,

The teeth will have rotted,

And they'll be in mourning

Trick or treat,

Egged house or sweets,

The day you're allowed to run riot,

So knock on the door,

Ask for some more,

And hope you don't get kidnapped tonight...

Feed me or die,

Feed me or die,

Feed me or die,

Or die...

Trick or treat,

Egged house or sweets,

The day you're allowed to run riot,

So knock on the door,

Ask for some more,

And hope you don't get kidnapped tonight...

Kiddy fiddlers,

Wait for the knock and you'd suspect,

That by the time they open the door,

Their penis is erect,

Just hoping to God,

That it's a single child,

Instead of huddled in a group,

And if so they'll be beguiled...

Trick or treat,

Egged house or sweets,

The day you're allowed to run riot,

So knock on the door,

Ask for some more,

And hope you don't get kidnapped tonight...

It's a happy, happy day,

For paedophiles,

It's a happy, happy day,

For them,

Master And Slave,

It's already set up,

Bring them inside,

It's a little gem...

Trick or treat,

Egged house or sweets,

The day you're allowed to run riot,

So knock on the door,

Ask for some more,

And hope you don't get kidnapped tonight...

Trick or treat,

Egged house or sweets,

The day you're allowed to run riot,

So knock on the door,

Ask for some more,

And hope you don't get kidnapped tonight...

Such a happy, happy, happy, happy day...

For the Paedophiles...

YEAH...