my ham is roasted with beans. i've been running from the nazis, they are after my toe nails... AGAIN. god damn. i am fat and hairy. why do they lust after my cheese? i want more... fish filled hills of vemm spankings are all i can think about... the alloring scent of my hair pits intices you to follow the stench to my underground layer. go down all ( Read more... )

today... i stuck whole popsicle down my butt. it tasted like cherry... i love cherrys. especially when they pop. i'm gothic. my anus aches for more popsilce especially captain america flavor.. ooh i'm naughty.

i'm an iraqy, give me a snacky.
ps: pack me a snacky, i'm an iraqy

forever hungry... for you

(i made up most of the words in my poem, aren't i creative?)Why hello. Lately, I've been dealing crack because I found a huge bag of it on the corner of my skreet... Me and my dog smoked half of it right when I found it but now I am selling it so I can afford a new squiggler pen because I didn't get one for my birthday ::trims toenails::....Yeah ( Read more... )

I changed my colors to accentuate my mood....

since I am now dead....a zombie you could say, all I want for my birthday is the following ( Read more... )

today is my first day being offically goth. how do i know this? because today five people yelled out of their car window "freak!." just because i painted my face black and stuck needles in my eyelids. don't they know that everyone has the right to express there own depression from the insides. my girlfriend named vongolia (which means death in ( Read more... )