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a camera in my eyes
i see you with a snap your picture left behind the evidence in my mind sensational terrific fabulous chocolate |
i'm changing one word, lol, not much, but i am, hahaha... mwah, love ya hoxxy
these sesations running over my skin tonight bring the terrific feelings that your beloved for how do you keep me in this fabulous state this is what i love about chocolate haha cold frightened hold analyse |
HAHAHAHAHA i like it
love u to pretzy |
well geeeeeze hox, you could haave done the bloody words!
CHAAA! i thought u'd like it, haha *!SNAP!* |
body turns cold with aging decay
frightened by the fading desecrated dawn hold on to life with every breath and analyze the atrocities... before it's too late I sort of stole that one but who gives a **** turmoil spirits decay belonging |
I can't seem to escape this constant turmoil.
The spirits, they are always mocking me... In fear, I run, I trip, I fall, I decay six feet under. Eternity will be spent belonging to the ground. Wishful Smile Azure Dance |
The sky is azure,
The stars, wishful, I smile once more, And dance through the night. Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious (he he he!) Frog Blind Anything |
"Supercalafagilisticexpialidocious!"
Said the ill frog, Stumbling forward, blindly, with rage. He can't find anything to eat. Die White Girls Conor |
dont die,
just because im white, all the girls love you, sir conor. lol. thats great. vengence stain withhold end |
im lashing out with a vengeance
staining perfect skin with its own imperfections i cannot withold myself; jealousy takes over and i keep kicking, and kicking, until the bitter end is she dead yet? |
Everything is always about you.
She loves you. Soon she'll be dead for it. Do you understand yet? Now You Talk Girl |
Now I see your poetic mishapen heart lay upon my hand.
While you reach toward my unforsaken head. You talk in ways others describe undesireable. Yet I still love you girl. Fudge Plaid Freedom Vigilante |
wow sux to be the person that follows me doesnt it. :chug: here's to all the good men of our day
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They always say fudge can cure sadness...
You look so beautiful in my plaid shirt. These handcuffs aren't meant to give you freedom. A vigilante for the generations to come... Follow The Format Sunday |
i wont be the one to follow you this day
the tears may run down my face but your format has made this lie obvious and by sunday i'll be fine again cant sail stand master |
man... that was really bad hey, lol
oh well |
i follow your steps to the door
the last of your life is gone i format it in my head a sunday has been forgotten eyes red sore tired |
ohh man nuts to that...............**** YOU MEDUSAAAAAAAAA
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i cant believe im wide awake
i want to sail away on the lake i dont think i can stand any more i am the grand master FLASH..... hahahahahahaha read that for crap use words on my other one |
the look in your eyes shows how you really feel
the red around them is plain to see you cant hide how sore you are or just how tired of this life you are man, thats even worse! whats wrong with me today!! sorry hox, i've just desecrated your words, hahaha contrived (SP) express right tender |
no but its sooo true!!!!
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but it sux! hahaha
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your words and smiles contrived
my feelings i must express why am i never right? my self esteem tender sepulchural calamity disarray exonerate |
I have never heard those words!
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do you mean sepulchral? as in burial vault/grave/place for sacred stuff?
never heard of sepulchural |
His voice, sepulchural, echoed in the hall.
A state of stale calamity reclines. Its shadowed palace wrought in disarray-- Exonerate the blame his name entwines. Remember Wrenching Succumb Fragile |
I can remember your eyes
Wrenching my true feelings from my chest You felt me succumb to your venom I felt fragile in your wake My heart and soul about to break.... God thats muck sorry Innuendo Horrors wasted torn |
Innuendos of the past, they haunt me...
And the horrors form The wasted youth is craving, ever more Torn and twisted hatred, getting warm escape melded wishful back |
**** that was good! nice words misfit! :thumb:
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not to be a prick but melded isn't a word
the escape from my oncoming fate blinds my eyes - i meld with the train wishful i had turned back back into your arms - i guess... i'm gone sinful plight plague shifter |
I am just a sinful creature
my plight is as sure as your disease this plague, uncontainable, comes forth a shifter in the dunes. perennial seduction protect hamburger |
Crimson tear blood roses live in perennial fashion
Her seduction trickles through in passion Protect me from her VD Hamburger skin condoms ummm... i hate when people do that these are decent words |
[QUOTE=maggotfelon]not to be a prick but melded isn't a word[/QUOTE]
Of course it is a word, what is the past participle of meld? I don' t care that you used it in the present |
i think that theese people
are showing the burning flame in the decent rafters the words cannot escape That was acually hard lol ok killed blame fire doctor |
when sombody is killed
thast when someone is to blame what then if fire is burning and the doctor is dying? would it be the same? um... A bee sea Deed |
a new morning greets us as we wake up still outside
and you wont move 'cause theres a bee right near you we can hear the sea lapping at our feet and its all so beautiful, beautiful indeed well that was poor |
Sad to see you so well.
Suprising, that at the least, It was not the cold that had killed you, As poor as your sun had become. Didn't Even Make Sense |
didnt you listen when i told you you're beautiful
i even showed you what id do if you loved me dosent it make any difference what im telling you this just doesnt make sense anymore watch the door please |
i press my face against the glass and watch you pass
i start to hate you.the words never come out clear the door to my soul is closed please disappear and put me out of my agony lethargic supercilious brackish warhead |
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