Year 135 (CXXXV) was a common year starting on Friday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. At the time, it was known as the Year of the Consulship of Lupercus and Atilianus (or, less frequently, year 888 Ab urbe condita). The denomination 135 for this year has been used since the early medieval period, when the Anno Domini calendar era became the prevalent method in Europe for naming years.
Howard Allan Stern (born January 12, 1954) is an American radio personality, television host, author, actor and photographer best known for his radio show which was nationally syndicated from 1986 to 2005. He gained wide recognition in the 1990s where he was labeled a "shock jock" for his outspoken and sometimes controversial style. Stern has been exclusive to Sirius XM Radio, a subscription-based satellite radio service, since 2006. The son of a former recording and radio engineer, Stern wished to pursue a career in radio at the age of five. While at Boston University he worked at the campus station WTBU before a brief stint at WNTN in Newton, Massachusetts.
He developed his on-air personality when he landed positions at WRNW in Briarcliff Manor, WCCC in Hartford and WWWW in Detroit. In 1981, he was paired with his current newscaster and co-host Robin Quivers at WWDC in Washington, D.C. Stern then moved to WNBC in New York City in 1982 to host afternoons until his firing in 1985. He re-emerged on WXRK that year, and became one of the most popular radio personalities during his 20-year tenure at the station. Stern's show is the most-fined radio program, after the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) issued fines to station licensees for allegedly indecent material that totaled $2.5 million. Stern has won Billboard's Nationally Syndicated Air Personality of the Year award eight times, and is one of the highest-paid figures in radio.
Through their eyes, decide their fate
Reminding me of the face I hate
Frustration, a common drug
Perversity brought by the one that gave me the 'gift' of life
Their fucking eyes, driving my acrimony
Oh, how I plead for extinction
You psychosexual, retarded cunts
Call me prophet of extirpation
I will bring you salvation
As I violate and defile
End you worthless existence
Feed the wrath within
Beating to pulp, adrenaline rushing,
Thrusting Eden into my veins
I pleasure none less than divine
Redeem yourself, prisine excitement
Atonement of the sins, the blood I she'd
The excretion of an ingrate god
Through their lies, relentless rage
Reminiscence of the cunt I hate
Internecion, my daily drug
Perversity brought by the one that gave me the 'gift' of life
Their fucking eyes, driving my acrimony
No guilt, no remorse
No fake pretentions
For all the lives I've taken
For the concubines slain
Engorging recklessly
This path of gore and debris
Misogynic carnage
Relive the first kill, over and over again
Continuous bloodshed to purify her lie-spreading throat
With goreastic entrails I am adorn
No guilt, no remorse
No fake pretentions
For all the tramps I've buried
For the concubines slain
Misogynic carnage
Redeem myself, pristine excitement
Atonement of the pleasure, the gore I spread
The excretion of a butchered cunt