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contrary to unpopular belief
my dilemma is simple my skin is translucent and filled with holes i killed a baby |
contrary to that
only the simple things matter translucent some are except for the holes in the ground yesterday trio empire rat |
ill go from deadpuppy's
i once saw a person they killed a baby a blue one then i made baby back ribs w/ barbeque sauce avenger death light world |
i am the life avenger
fighting death at every turn my rightful home is in the light so wonderful is the world that was so christian |
So that was the famed ceremoney,
Was it as bad as you thought, So you can't sup on your depression, Because that was not christian Long Time No See |
How long is a peice of string?
Too long for time to tell. Shall there be no boundary? There shall and soon you'll see. Demented Flower Rimmed Control |
Demented is my middle name
you'll learn to love me, my little flower until of course, i get rimmed and then i will be out of control that was pretty gross |
That is my specialty
There was no hope with my words Pretty good if you make something out of it Grossly bad are my next set of words Plutonium Anal Communism Flintstone |
I know that you disapprove
I know that it was wrong I know it wasn't pretty But gross was pretty strong. Stimulate Metallic Dissrupt Stammer |
like plutonium i react violently
except i react in an anal way i plan to use this to destory communism and somehow resurrect fred flinstone ok officially i rule |
The ok is said.
Offically life is over. There is no more I anymore. Tyranny rules the world. Knife Energize Finger White |
knife me! knife me!
energize me! finger me! i need your white caress did someone say terrible? |
Neverending like a knife in the back
Pain everlasting like the energizer bunny For you I give the middle finger salute And hope your white lies wash you up in red |
Neverending like a knife in the back
Pain everlasting like the energizer bunny For you I give the middle finger salute And hope your white lies wash you up in red The Asshole named Stalin |
Did you missunderstand?
Someone must have lied. They can say what they believe Terrible or Kind Trust Won't Leave Undetermined |
The man that killed her
What an asshole? Can't remember what he was named Must've been Stalin Trust Won't Leave Undetermined |
Trust unconventional
Wont heal my mind Leave out my thoughts now Undetermind and dying Live is to Die |
trust me, i'm an unnamed soldier
i won't leave until i'm sane i won't leave until i've been defined don't leave me undetermined! my high school boyfriend |
Live each day fully
Is it neccessary? To be born is a gift Until the day you die My thoughts are slowly drifting So high they're getting blurry In school my attention's parted Or so my boyfriend says Can ring toodles symphony |
can i say something?
ring me if you like toodles for now, see you later my darling for our candelit symphony say hello to robbie |
I know it's strange to say
But hello to you my friend To ignore those deep blue eyes Would be a tragedy, Robbie. (who's Robbie??) Must Convert Small Tempting |
They can say what they want
Say hello to my little friend For to leave out now is madness And robbie? Hes a prick |
(**** didnt see the next page ignore that)
Must the words be so blunt? Convert my love to hate The time left so small And tempting now the only release I play Guitar beautifully |
I know it seems big-headed
To boast of how I play My guitar strums in the background Beutifully as I lay Glint Persist Timid Below |
And now a glint of what was
Persist through the pain The timid people above Fight the hated people below Between Heaven and Hell |
the glint in your lie
tells me not to persist for these timid boughs resent my thoughts below torture is sexual love |
Between innocence and evil
Heaven is pulling me and i cannot resist Hell is condemning me, I must persist! Torture can corrupt Is it tempting me? The sexual thoughts creep in Can love defeat? Sweet Child Of Mine (see if you can do a better job) |
The Sweet thought of it
The Child of my dreams Of Memories and Predictions Mine will be the redeeming ( i wasnt under the impression it was a competitiomn) I See Dead People |
Sorry, Guns 'n' Roses were on when i posted that.
I feel so confused Don't understand what I see They're dead but still breathing Set these people free Crime Pepperoni Water Magazine |
is it a crime to rob a Pizza Pizza?
"give me all your pepperoni!" "ill spray you with my water gun!" "give me that magazine!" whoa... lol snow elephant telephone dish-soap thank my sister for that 1 :lol: |
Waiting in the snow, I'm fine, it's colder in your home
The elephant waves of passion were long since removed I can either keep calling or you can answer the telephone So I can say your dish-soap tongue no longer soothes Pampered Idiocy Frail Irresolute And Coheed and Cambria is awesome. \m/ |
so long since you've been pampered, like the queen you once were
your weathered features can't mask your idiocy you grow weak and frail, you grow old and you die as you wither, veiled in shadows, irresolute. bitchez bluntz swytchblaydez killah i challenge anyone to come up with anything remotely deep, original and emotional from that. |
keep your bitchez away
i don't even smoke bluntz i did have swytchblaydez but i sold them to a real killah i hated writing that |
I remember a time
But hated to look back So now writing this all That I can do so i dont lose my mind Clapton Is A God |
I know a man called Clapton
His life is his guitar A strum can leave you breathless A God gave him that power. Skull consume dismiss stick |
a word like skull brings scary thoughts
which consume and digress in equal measure however, to dismiss these thoughts would be unwise stick with them, they will get you through darkness death suicide bunnies |
darkness breaks up midnight's light
your death is sure to follow lets all dream of suicide tonight and boil our bunnies tomorrow the spies came out |
the night holds hope
close our windows, then the spies won't see with the candles came burnt remains out of the ashes our spirits soared what is the meaning |
What is life?
It is but a feeling The feeling of joy? No. It has no meaning. reload window bottle fruit |
Reload your guns,
Through the window you jump, Bottle of whiskey empty, And fruit left moulding Jump High Fly Low [/lame] |
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