Tuesday, March 9, 2010

His zines seemed to never end. Manifesting like a beast she was always so keen to get her panties off; they never really smelt like what he thought. Roses, now that was a crisp smell he could live for...
The stupid hoer never liked chitter chatter that much and would be spitting Britney lyrics after he said she was just another 9 to 5 lire, everything came to a end quick smart after that, She left him; The tick to his watch was gone and after that, time just stood still. He lived for her hate and she lived for herself but that never seemed to bother him. Just another filler for her apatite, the creator was eaten by the beast.





My dentations are your possible conations, a spark of your knowledge and a tick of your time will see meaning to my rhyme…

The drones are running like rabbits....

Silent out for the hunt. Government services never thought 5th graders would be bombing snitches and stabbing class foes. The environment we pity in self-governing countries has now come over in shipments bigger then Ben Hur. The stench burns but the after taste is quite delightful. More intriguing than teenage sex; Pick up your local gobbie from the down town corner store for less then a buck and on Saturdays grab a cheap fuck. Draining more then our dames our hearts grew smaller and appetites grew bigger. Dog eat dog is an understatement mine could only finish half. I destroyed two and was asking for seconds; now tell me what does that tell you?

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