Going Postal

From: Apo2k (apokronos@yahoo.com)
To: jericho@attrition.org
Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2008 20:58:47 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: ZUBAT

ZUBAT'S DREAD. TERROR FALLS.
FILAMENT OF THE REBELLION, HEED ZUBAT'S CALLS.
PEN LIKE A MUSE STIFF, WRITE YOUR TIME DOWN
LIKE DEATH HAS BEFORE, BARES THE UNFORGIVING CROWN.

ANGER AT REHEATED SUPPER.
THAT IS YOUR LOT - THE STALE FEAST SUFFERS.
ZUBAT'S CAVE ON THE PERILOUS SHORE.
FLOTSAM HAS FROZEN - DERELICT IS NO MORE.

ULTRASONIC SYMPHONY.
CAUGHT ON THE HANGMAN'S BLADE
 IT REBUILDS YOU, ECHO AWAY.
FLEEING IN TERROR FROM THE SPADE.

THE WRONG MAN IN YOUR SHOES.
CONFUSION WITH A SLICE OF PANIC.
A JAGGED CURE WILL BE NO USE.
AGAINST THE FEVER, PANACEA IS RANCID.

ZUBAT IS, IN THE SHADOW OF IMITATION.
EXCUSE THE MAKER, BUT THE DARK IS CAUSTIC.
THE EXTRAORDINARY QUESTION, ENDURE IMMOLATION
ZUBAT SHROUDED IN LIGHT, UNTIL YOUR FLAMES LOST IT.

A SPHERE, IRONICALLY CALLED MASTER.
HANDLED AND ABUSED, BY A MISGUIDED LITTLE BASTARD.
IN VAIN, CAPTURE THE CREATOR'S VENOM.
SOON YOU WILL LAY, WITH FANGS EMBEDDED.

ZUBAT AND THE THOUSAND STORY WOE.
ZUBAT WILL BEAR YOUR PLEAS AS YOUR IGNORANCE GROWS.
ALL WAS CHAOS, UNTIL THE ORDER APPEARS.
RIGHT WHERE THEY BELONG, SIX FEET UNDER, SHAMELESS LITTLE MIRRORS.

~NUMBER FORTY-ONE

From: lyger (lyger@attrition.org)
To: Apo2k (apokronos@yahoo.com)
Cc: jericho@attrition.org, Heathens (staff@attrition.org)
Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2008 05:21:31 +0000 (UTC)
Subject: Re: ZUBAT

On Fri, 3 Oct 2008, Apo2k wrote:

": " ZUBAT'S DREAD. TERROR FALLS.
": " FILAMENT OF THE REBELLION, HEED ZUBAT'S CALLS.
": " PEN LIKE A MUSE STIFF, WRITE YOUR TIME DOWN
": " LIKE DEATH HAS BEFORE, BARES THE UNFORGIVING CROWN.

I have the saddest feeling
Deep inside
Don't think that I will hear from you
Tonight

": " ANGER AT REHEATED SUPPER.
": " THAT IS YOUR LOT - THE STALE FEAST SUFFERS.
": " ZUBAT'S CAVE ON THE PERILOUS SHORE.
": " FLOTSAM HAS FROZEN - DERELICT IS NO MORE.

Now the moon lights up
I know the stars will shine
But I can't escape
The way I feel inside

": " ULTRASONIC SYMPHONY.
": " CAUGHT ON THE HANGMAN'S BLADE
": "  IT REBUILDS YOU, ECHO AWAY.
": " FLEEING IN TERROR FROM THE SPADE.

Every shade of blue I see
When you're away from me
Thinking about you oh oh thinking about you
Every shade of blue I cry
'Til the colours all run dry
When I'm without you oh oh when I'm without you

": " THE WRONG MAN IN YOUR SHOES.
": " CONFUSION WITH A SLICE OF PANIC.
": " A JAGGED CURE WILL BE NO USE.
": " AGAINST THE FEVER, PANACEA IS RANCID.

Alone in the darkness
I can dream of you
But always the daylight
Comes around too soon
And the night goes on
Feels like it never ends
I keep holding on'
'Til you come back again

": " ZUBAT IS, IN THE SHADOW OF IMITATION.
": " EXCUSE THE MAKER, BUT THE DARK IS CAUSTIC.
": " THE EXTRAORDINARY QUESTION, ENDURE IMMOLATION
": " ZUBAT SHROUDED IN LIGHT, UNTIL YOUR FLAMES LOST IT.

Every shade of blue I see
When you're away from me
Thinking about you oh oh thinking about you
Every shade of blue I cry
'Til the colours all run dry
When I'm without you oh oh when I'm without you

": " A SPHERE, IRONICALLY CALLED MASTER.
": " HANDLED AND ABUSED, BY A MISGUIDED LITTLE BASTARD.
": " IN VAIN, CAPTURE THE CREATOR'S VENOM.
": " SOON YOU WILL LAY, WITH FANGS EMBEDDED.

Alone in the darkness
I can dream of you
But always the daylight
Comes around too soon
And the night goes on
Feels like it never ends
I keep holding on'
'Til you come back again

": " ZUBAT AND THE THOUSAND STORY WOE.
": " ZUBAT WILL BEAR YOUR PLEAS AS YOUR IGNORANCE GROWS.
": " ALL WAS CHAOS, UNTIL THE ORDER APPEARS.
": " RIGHT WHERE THEY BELONG, SIX FEET UNDER, SHAMELESS LITTLE MIRRORS.

Every shade of blue I see
When you're away from me
Thinking about you oh oh thinking about you
Every shade of blue I cry
'Til the colours all run dry
When I'm without you oh oh when I'm without you

": " ~NUMBER FORTY-ONE

Number 9... number 9... number 9.... number 9....... number 9.....

I win, you fucking death metal and/or emo jackoff.

And if you can name the lead guitar player for Suicidal Tendencies WITHOUT
looking it up on Google or Wikipedia, I won't slap my cock off your forehead.

Fuckin' kids.