right message left the messenger talk to her “i love all off you but my body is just angry.” armenian holocaust just to cause a fucking monster lost her when he was yay big said no from the doctors think of fucking death but dont linger artist and composer of the meaning of breathe “get my fucking sign to deal with Dr. Death.” kids in the japanese era wants you to think Oregon chain links is the end part of your list “only god can make choices in life” said the chubby hubby and the reckoning dyke but Lou fucking with Tom couldnt flick him off cause his fings were tight swallow up detect the architect just abort a child with flies in its undeveloped eyes giant dome with the rest the lies mechanical Kevorkian knows what mood i am in except macabre sorry god im a fucking sin you opaque retards fuck needles and the gas ill behead a mind crab and such hey doc whats new for lunch? “a dead cit with both failing lungs.” you dont know Jacks shit barely know how to spot a clit dignity instantly pats do want to see calm down to get up sincerely me
smelly mindsets in the nose of the consumers
shitty after taste they wish they were bluer
talking to mirrors hey what up with you man
damn where did we get this fucking shepherd
shirred down lamb
see the bandwagon sagging with “originals” inside
sized lies to find crush pills to glide bad sex for pride
motherfuckers gloat and subside in fads
we all zombies like jews to a nazi
gas me faggot SS stop with the asking
last thing on my mind shit should have more drastic
fasting list of where to buy this sick shit
my wrist kiss lick alcoholics thicker that blood like the christians
devil demon fucking seeming to put pills in our palms
calm before the semen sin before they wed says the psalms
shells shaped sticks not enough to feed
buts seeds of opium and cannabis enough bliss fuck up genes to get hip
we all zombies like jews to a nazi
gas me faggot SS stop with the asking
last thing on my mind shit should have more drastic
i still want to be a nigga with a pomp
steal spray cans big fonts
dead dancing with a fucking stunt but
being me is a cylindrical thing
fake identical twins
infinitum of eerie bullshit that worry some kids (im suicidal fuck)
all hollow mirrors to all in an infinitesimal decimal
the mental principals stop them of licking chemicals
we all zombies like jews to a nazi
gas me faggot SS stop with the asking
last thing on my mind shit should have more drastic
im retarded sure not smart and
special shit im fucking brain dead
mentally disabled yea yea you really get that
but wet sacks and let back the orgasm to small gaps
down syndrome my let down dome is fucking sick of it
lit the clitoris literal and sway the twats crystal as tits
god poked me in the book like a fucking square
said “nigga why you into the devil and shit
spit your lips aids coming sea sick catching for air?”
to exist or to list this fucking kiss less
no relation fuck buddy ready to guess
on which one i can test this
sloppy suck profession fucking no guessing which one i can mess with
got lungs Industrial sets hollow follow me not swallow
hidden backyards guns and noses fucking shallow
pink elephants celebrants with baby fauns hatching out egg shells
sell funerals with heat stroke touching fingers and legs
ceremony of man ponies in the fucking core
whore faggots beating back boys until theyre spoiled and sore
no religious feeling but church fucks burn male dick suckers
lovers stoned in the book no cups for these other
pallid silhouettes like a bloating corpse but coarse
horns whittled for mass to a mutual source
sonnets sacrifice the scheme
black eyes catch scene leaving the wet dream fucks doesnt need these.
fuck all of you.
crazy lazy babies phase me stung like racy bees
down all fucking fleas then ill be filled with ecstasy
cant you see the people filled with leaves they bother me?
scary faeries with fucked up hair is ugly basically
if the scene is fiending then id rather be japanese
so watch the sheen and then the bleeding and fucking hopefully
you see the gleam and the stream of blood the rusty blades in me
cause you see this sad disease of dark eyes and skin tight jeans
is chemically ugly and even probably be the death of me
so please just seize the sleeze and the fucking low v’d tees
as for me i know my place and my lady to please
and you know what? fuck what i said you aint getting dressed by me
just get your greedy grease and makeup leaks away from me
youre just the bottom to none just little broke down seeds
broken souls and open hopes still gives light to the passing shuttles
broken bones from chiseled stones make beating seats move just a little subtle
its succeeding fucking bleeding help me down this vice
hear the sound of faint submission underneath its needy eyes
can this even happen thrice?
devices find a new source to believe or acquire christ
can we abide to all the sighs?
just a mere bride in this marriage with the mother fuckin devil on its side
holding folded cold and toasted questioning the sights in bold and
sold in loaded homes with hidden bones graves stone as their eyes
chameleon laws hide written holes as well as superstitious lies
just massacre the thousands and make sure that all the rivers dry
and make sure the children no mothers loath and sit and cry
cause i know ill bathe in pride while all of them catch breath and die
scolding the sky silly for fuckin prefects on the side
fuck the new world order how do you define the crime?
coming up on bad appearance
wishes fishes all around bad to business
bitchs cooked for antrees and fucking lunch
hunch the shape raping fucking lining was done just because
the hood wanted to eat a broad out sought tasty fingers racy pictures of
motherfucking in laws
that aint shit
jesus invited over for supper
just another lover circ heads and his mother
eat small baguettes and lets get in touch with one another with a glass of red wine
lines moving drooling it was fucking too much
waked with rose beads on neck naked such a bad time if i knew all stupid signs
the fuck happened
lucy runs a new crowd
fred ricky and adolf a fucking new sound
of sick ass fucks with no names and less progress
than ceos with fancy suits with the need to fucking digress
fuck no ive been dealing with these lucks
though they sew the fabric and buttons on the struck
heads in the waiting rooms
beds for the dying few
everyday thought that dead kids are fucking through
alien robots to probe us to see what the rectum feels like
lies in paradise with ET raping elliot with parents watching with dead sighs
im fucking not done yet
my lady has a tongue debt
vein tracer eat later maybe after the sun sets
fucking wet the sheets ate her tuna with forks and knifes after she slept
that twat
fuck luck we didnt say where to die in
death like blood queen runny estrogen
gains like retarded patriots in families
bomb recipes rest in piece to rest in peace
all old barbies lift ups died and gets to the kingdom
gammys wrinkled face as they come being pulled to the fires when shes done
brainwashed and useless to my own pops
glock up tight back sights ready no ducks
fuck everything
preachers and prophets for profits and they sew fabric that God is coolest motherfucker in space and if somehow you defy Him he will definitely throw you in the dirty laundry. well ill fucking bleach and rip that shitty shirt out for the pedo priest and cumming nuns. guns light up the church and maybe you can be audible to my retarded opinion. didnt the catholics and protestants grilled sabrinas till theyre crisp just because they were doing some kris angel shit? inquisition was them saying repent or get bent, you know, all the fucked da vinci toys. the saying that hell frost over its okay with me cause i fucking love making snow angels.
as you can see im not a religious type dick. i respect all religions, but im there at the party just watching priests pussy and the devils dick have sex and hating it.
smelling like cigarettes and liquor
way late for dinner
sudden open lights and my pops the german shepard sniffer
3 am back and forth like a dick
screaming popped veins and spit
out why im so fucking lazy and to him his image of me is going south
down to the 9 layers of hot cakes
some says Lucy has a period so just obey
fon-dante didnt have the dick to motherfucking pray
ash tray lungs dirty fingers and smelly ass breath
homeless focused on when i curl up and find a fucked up bed
no im frankys creation all the shit daddy told me sinking in
punching pregnant women at the bellies selling guns and heroin
fuck this
rape gals underage with services on corners
murder kids and rents chocked up because of the horror
12s at random pedestrians for the fuck of it
follow pedophiles cut them cause i dont want to split
up my heads to old sick fucks more amateur as me
go out in the dark EWAs fee is for free
small trash bag on head. my right arm sunk down into dead weight. right hand wanting, shaking, and crumpled up to a flatted basketball. black shirt, black bomber, algae jeans, black chuck taylors, a small cutter, lock-tight, and tape. sneak outside hearing my chime going, i continue limping. having sex with the spotlights, looking for a pregnant minor that nobody give a fuck about selling her shell for a few dollars. latina. short and waif. long curly hair, as if i could smell her. cigarettes, vendors, and weed. i stay in the lowlights, catching a part of her name, Eri….2:43 am, hugging and waving to all young pretties. she was on the way home, cause i noticed that she was putting new clothes on and wiping her makeup. she was pulling her skinny pants on when i put my gleaming knife to her throat and double tape her mouth. whats left of her make up came steaming down her face, she knows what was about to happened. baneful, she looked at the skirt she was wearing, i noticed a box cutter. i gently put her facing the graffiti covered wall and put her hand behind her back for the lock-tight. faced her towards me, her face was filled with dread and agony. i said in a whimper “Erica,” my stupid guess was right due to the fact that she made a horrifying mumble “you know what is going to happen next right?” shaking her head from left to right. faced toward the wall, pulled her panties aside a fucked her. each thrust, mumbles got more audible. i wanted her to calm down i whispered “shhhhhhhhhh……” as if she was a toddler. thrusting got harder, she whimpered louder and louder. i could feel my semen rushing through my penis and ejaculating inside of her. as soon as i came i stuck her by the navel. she scream in pain through the tape. cutting a lopsided oval, she had lost too much blood to keep her alive. the rest of she stomach laid in the alley. but yet i was have sex with a lifeless corpse. oddly i enjoyed it and i came the second time. blood coursing my thighs and calves, i started a soft cry, thinking what i did. a dead fetus was by right foot. i cut out her labia, hymen, and cervix to wash away rape kit samples. ripped off the tape for prints. took her, her genitalia, and my tools to a sewer system to clarified prints lifted on the body. 4:15 am, i throw my clothes in a washing machine and go to restful sleep, thinking when i will cease another breath.
tingling felt itching
To tied up and licking
cocked on the spot
to catch dumb potions
dropped on the clock
back to shitty lotion.
Naturally alluring
to spotlights and bullrings
pupils to sweat pools
and quick heavy breathing.
swim teach said fuck no
so shirts don’t need them.
the latter fix looking through glass
intent to steer out the way just to kill the gas.
left on the right street with the ave joe.
what?
in love? no, it was just my exes o.
so so can can we we?
stuttering like collections of new toys for Andy.
dont read the manual
know how to play with her.
articulate hips knows how to make you slur.
