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get those flies of ur faceit's a funny thing to ask but what comes first to mind when you blink away sleep? do you long for the steamed embrace of a morning s shower? do you smile at the fact that there is just enough grounds left in the can for your personal cup of foldgers, screw your scavenging roomies? did you leave the stove on? do you hope you home is not as fucked up as you feel because this raging hangover leaves you immobilized, and stuck to your bed by a thick layer of sweat... working can wait.get those flies of ur face
do you layer up on self control and soundness of mind to help cushion everlasting downpour of bullshit that bombards your day to day? you bite you
by ~Justap33ping-t0m
freedom of choice?a sure statment from the platform welcomes a sea of questioning hands. the shocked brunette repoter asks "how can you speak with such faith in human choice?" a ripple in an ocean, her voice drowned out by the mass of babbling heads. witjout answer, he moved to the next inquiry, which will be resolved by a simple reply.freedom of choice?
leaking faucet, ticking clock, heavy curtains desolve glare from a muted t.v. screen. she eats though not hungry, rubbing a tummy that conceals the life that hides inside. she thinks she'll go tomorrow, ignorant to her sister's taunts to
by ~Justap33ping-t0m
once the shadow fallsslumber eggs the killing spree, the beggar's late defence. he was already dead in god's eyes.once the shadow falls
silenty stalks these sodden streets for others in which to kill. wake me up when this is done.
Whorechild be the name of the one who stood that corner awaiting someone to hold. she, finally swept off her feet.
a fatal blow, twisting flesh, snaps her neck, his joyous mind says its time to go. there wil be more where she is.
by ~Justap33ping-t0m
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Jamie LeighLevel 6, a new high score, Killing aliens, my new favourite sport, Just a few more planets to explode... But my concentrations broken suddenly, A screaming baby distracts me.Jamie Leigh
Level 7, so I close the door, Try to block out my crying daughter, More aliens attacking, got to be killed, What's wrong with that dumb baby, Her mum better shut her up for me.
Level 8, she just screams more, Pause the game, go to her room, Pick her up but still she cries, Lose my temper, she flies through the air, A crack in her head, blood in her hair.
Level 9
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burnedFieldby ~t4zK4
Lightby ~faithfulLythari
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- Current Residence: trailer
- Interests: burbon scotch beer ciggies
- Favourite movie: clerks 1
- Favourite band or musician: mastadon
- Favourite genre of music: heavy s*it
- Favourite artist: diane arbus
- Favourite poet or writer: anne sexton
- Favourite photographer: diane arbus
- Favourite game: trying to beat my cumshot record(4ft)
- Personal Quote: blame jesus
- Tools of the Trade: beer ciggie piece of ass
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