  'bin thinkin' 'lot 'bout marriage and all but aint gonna do it, well at least not at the moment no ding dongs of the churchbells no "i dos" in all sickness and poverty thing... why would you deal in such deathlines?.. hate things that misses life and ecstasy! but i do love that BUGsoup served hot or cold! and i do love the bug that i have under my sheets and i will love&nbsp;THAT bug 'till my eyes grow weary&nbsp;with looking 'til my mind forgets the many promises 'til my face wrinkles and, yes i will hold on to that tiny, black bug 'till the last memory before i forever close my eyes. but i'm still&nbsp; freakin' out 'bout getting tied and drained blood chillin'...maybe, i'll never marry. who'd have to hold? life is a freeway anyway 
