Dec 16, 2009 04:32
dang it. my fingers are typing here again. Got-Dang-It.
Full of blight am I.
The rebel knows no love.
The rebel knows no hate, fear, or dismay.
The rebel only refuses.
Refusal of self, the ultimate of refusals.
I'm not up to that yet. Although I talk myself into it each night. I just hope your home safe and cuddly.
Yep, you too. I want everyone to feel this glow. mmm, isn't it warm.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Shut the fuck up, I says to myself.
Yeah, yeah, I go, I go, I get the fuck away from me.
I suggest you do the same.
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aw fucking hell, another bleeding heart and starving mouth!
You are sick, say I to me, the jerk-off with an eye patch.
Hell no, I refuse. I will lay grinning in my shallow grave before I let something change for the better.
Fuck you, Hope. and Fuck you, Charity.
"D'em two-timing sluts!"
The New Year comes in a few days. I'm laughing my ass off. Fuck yeah 2009 was a year.
Although nothing good comes from my end, I hope to you and yours a year of health and happiness.
Do you mind if I suck your tailpipe?
(no, sexual intonations applied)
ghey\\\