Bad Poetry (version 1.0)

Sep 01, 2003 18:08

I feel a little strange
Now and again
A little bit deranged
Now and again
And my stomach starts to churn
Now and again
Because the world needs to burn
FUCK THE GODDAMNED WORLD!!! FUCK EVERYTHING ABOUT IT!!!! FUCK LIFE!!!! FUCK HAPPINESS!!!!! WHO THE FUCK NEEDS IT????? I KNOW I FUCKING DON'T!!!! I MUST NOT, I ALWAYS END UP FUCKED IN THE END, I GUESS I SHOULD JUST ENJOY IT!!!!

(Alright...this is the part where I grab the nearest sharp object and slice open my tongue.)

FUCK YOU ALL!!!!

...whew...I needed that...
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