
Hey Mr. Superstar
I'm your number one fan
Hey Mr. Sickly Star
I want to get sick from you
Hey Mr. Fallen Star
Don't you know I worship you?
Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Superfuck
I wanna go down on you
For Week Starting December 14th, 1998
Zeb
in gooseness my heart was won...

"reading, writing, playing the guitar/keyboard, listening to music, being on the computer, thinking (But not much, I guess, uh?), talking on the phone,gettin high (But keep staying away then. Don't come down to earth again please!),gettin laid,touchin witchcraft"
Okay, reading, writing, listening to music, talking on the phone is nothing special. Why do you voluntarily tell us that you are such a bore?
And what's this?
"phrase: Mother fucker. ; Woopie Fuckin Doo; fuck u nigger!"
Slowly I begin to understand why you have no grade...
"phobia i have: homophobia[2 many homos make me nautios]"
Mine is: Zebmania! This is a very dangerous one. If you get infected you look stupid on photos and write painful text on homepages!
Please, please, please, dear visitors, go to Zeb's webrings and links pages. I promise you: With all the evil things there you won't stop laughing.... And when you visit his poetry page (I know you have some maso tendencies!) you will probably die of laughter. Here is an example:
| childhood
I questioned the church |
This is my version:
I questioned goth gooseness |
Oh please, let me forget this place in the Internet pretty fast...
This Goth Goose was nominated by Micah McIntyre. Thank you very much, Micah. This is a worthy Goth Goose!
Last but not least the thing you are always waiting for, the last words, my notorious Duke Nukem Rating: "Lucky son of a bitch!"