At the very mention of your name
I get shivers down my back and in my brain.
The parts that used to function normally
are now, as you can see,
acting very strange.
Oh, at the very mention of your name
I don't know why but if I were tied up in chains
I would somehow be released
all problems too would cease
my heart would never feel no pain.
At the very mention of your name.

All I do is scream your name.

I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt.

Ah, Caroline Brine - with your aversion to bohemians and homosexuals, students and foreigners, with your lacerated womb and scullery rat's brain, with your phosphorescent dildos and potted African violets, haunted by the ghost of your aborted baby and contaminated by envy, you freckled, you artificially tanned, you stupefyingly bland and vicious mediocrity - even after all these years, I still detest you.

Yes, I am dreadful and I am desolate and I am difficult to digest No I do not apologise for the things that I am for what makes me today I am that dark thing that you loved to hate, now the terror that keeps you awake Call me gross Call me stupid Call me disgusting None of those names can ever hurt me again I am a thousand treacherous things I was not made To be lovely for you I was made to eat monsters for ME I never lied I never claimed not to make mistakes I never said I was a saint When you bullied me with those names as a child You made a horrible mistake

You find him disgusting with his thick mouth and ugly body and wet appealing eyes. You think he's disgusting and you're afraid.

I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry — I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart — God knows what its name was — that tears started to my eyes.

I can barely contain my true feeling about you. My true animosity and hatred. Utter disdain. I wouldn't describe it any other way other than pure contempt and utter disdain. Distilled hatred. And it's not a joke. It's completely serious. And I can barely hold it in.

I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

I'm gonna say that I've had some incredibly unholy thoughts about you.

Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name.
Those cutthroat bandits in the paths of fame.

I feel your scorn, and I accept it.

I see the pain on your face when you say the word intellectual, because it has so many syllables in it.

There aren't enough swear-words in the English language, so now I'll have to call you perkeleen vittupää just to express my disgust and frustration with this crap.