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isn't it just so interesting how you want to itch that mosquito bite so bad, but you know that it will just make it itch more...and yet I still stab it right through, just like an icicle through an orifice---I just can't tell which way that robber went
hangmen keep pointing me in the 'correct' direction, but I seem to want to follow the direction of their shoulders
Ive now found out why the caged boy really can't sing, its cause you ripped out his poor little vocal chords made of metal, you never even had to bother but just to make you sleep better at night you metaphorically did the deed anyways
if you think you know what this post is about, your so wrong, not a single soul has ever heard this, not a single soul has ever heard this, not a single soul has ever heard this
you just love to demand the symbals where all you get are single sylabbbbleseses
never again have you tightened a rope so long against your own living burning rotten flesh that made your own ripe body to give into the single death that would actually harm your pathetic invinciblilty
grasp this, and I swear if you let go I will turn on you and tear you untill glass pours out of the very holes of your being
funny I mention glass, that was the only irony I that I could keep warm under, I was raised by glass, sharp, cold, hateful, you never would guess how much spite is actually in it because you underestimate it so much because you think its so frail and because you can see through it, you wish you could be like it
never again will I ever.........shoot myself in the head with my own arm
and while your hanging from that train the only thought that comes through your giant mind, that is so puffed up that it resembles the ground you walk on, is that your ready to explode, or for better words implode, because you will never gain, never progress, you will only retreat and retain the many electronic brain patterns that might have gone through your head while you were still concsious
a pity teenage slicing attempt at his very own head only ended up in a headache after he found out that he still had his helmet of pathetic satisfaction and apethy on, he might have wanted to take it off, but every arm that was surrounding him and drown his lungs kept such a tight grasp on it because they were greedy fools who didn't know better and were forcefed what was 'right' and wrong and so they were actually only acting upon what earlier generations thought of, they never knew what they were doing, they never knew that a drill could go right through
you never would have guessed that I wasn't born without a........
hangmen keep pointing me in the 'correct' direction, but I seem to want to follow the direction of their shoulders
Ive now found out why the caged boy really can't sing, its cause you ripped out his poor little vocal chords made of metal, you never even had to bother but just to make you sleep better at night you metaphorically did the deed anyways
if you think you know what this post is about, your so wrong, not a single soul has ever heard this, not a single soul has ever heard this, not a single soul has ever heard this
you just love to demand the symbals where all you get are single sylabbbbleseses
never again have you tightened a rope so long against your own living burning rotten flesh that made your own ripe body to give into the single death that would actually harm your pathetic invinciblilty
grasp this, and I swear if you let go I will turn on you and tear you untill glass pours out of the very holes of your being
funny I mention glass, that was the only irony I that I could keep warm under, I was raised by glass, sharp, cold, hateful, you never would guess how much spite is actually in it because you underestimate it so much because you think its so frail and because you can see through it, you wish you could be like it
never again will I ever.........shoot myself in the head with my own arm
and while your hanging from that train the only thought that comes through your giant mind, that is so puffed up that it resembles the ground you walk on, is that your ready to explode, or for better words implode, because you will never gain, never progress, you will only retreat and retain the many electronic brain patterns that might have gone through your head while you were still concsious
a pity teenage slicing attempt at his very own head only ended up in a headache after he found out that he still had his helmet of pathetic satisfaction and apethy on, he might have wanted to take it off, but every arm that was surrounding him and drown his lungs kept such a tight grasp on it because they were greedy fools who didn't know better and were forcefed what was 'right' and wrong and so they were actually only acting upon what earlier generations thought of, they never knew what they were doing, they never knew that a drill could go right through
you never would have guessed that I wasn't born without a........