Jeremy is fat. Pig torsos for arms and legs. Jeremy has red hair as if a red mirror were smashed on his head. Strands like rubber bands. Jeremy has tiny tawny freckles where his face should be and a mole in the crease of his upper lip. It tickles his nose whenver he smiles. Jeremy has tried to cut it off with his mother's sewing scissors, but the scissors were too big. Jeremy is in the fifth grade. Fourth graders trip him in the hall. Fifth graders call him ugly, fat, fag, retard, pig, puss, wuss, pussy, wussy, spitface, shitface, dumb butt, bomb butt, lice boy, mole boy, diaper boy, dirt, dirty, one-shirt wonder, fat load, wide load, fat toad, baby, cry baby, ugly baby, fat baby, fag baby, retard baby, pig baby. Sixth graders punch him in the chest. Jeremy was called to the chalkboard. Whispers and giggles followed.
788+123=
Jeremy wrote 911 and sat down. The teacher called another student to the chalkboard.
788+123=
The student didn't know the answer and had to stay after school. After school, the class caught Jeremy and tore apart his books and clothes, poured honey onto his head, and sent him home naked and shaking. The next day, Jeremy was called to the chalk board. Whispers and giggles followed.
12-13=
Jeremy wrote -1, then pulled his mother's sewing scissors from his sock, and stabbed the teacher deep in the throat. The whispers and giggles stopped.
spanky always said and i love and never knew why until now-
oh it's saturday
oh it's saturday
ha na nanee and a
HA CHA CHA!!
i also like listening to it on my media player that looks like the blue germ just one tooth and a right eye that is anything from far eeeeevvvvvvveeeeeeeiiiiiilllllll.
Mindmapping is the technique I have developed as a way or means of portraying the bizarre. It is fantastic to tap into these planets that coexist in the mind. In order to gain access to these realities I truly believe any fear of self expression has to be erased. A surrealist is a person with a pathological gift that is so divergent that it appears as an experience based phenomenon.
I'm taking a bath
when the tub turns
into a giant saber-nippled slug with a giant banana bandana
and it's waxed with pus
and mayonnaise (the
pus I don't mind so much, but mayonnaise is so fattening and
the doctor told me to lose 14 pounds cuz I was getting bigger
than the guards who
were having a tough time
beating me, and I want to please the doctor since he has a wart
on his nipple, so I went
ahead and cut off my
dick and had the doctor weigh me again, but somehow I gained
19 pounds, but then the doctor told me to put down the chainsaw,
and then I found that
I only had to lose 8
pounds, so I went to take a hot sweat bath when the tub turns
into a giant ninja spider
with an afro and nipples
for eyes, and I feel special because now the slug and the spider
have to duel for my honor
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley BhagavadGita -
The little rascals fit nicely between my ribs.
I'm not 16, never was.
I'm not blind but my penis might make me.
no,nonononono. no.
he won't make you blind, how can he?
Baba, your stick in the woods have awaken me and will awaken all those i love because i told them it would come true, and now it has. we just have to spead the word.
YOU - who?
Baba
ME - AND you....
make BabaGita !
i like that alot.
do it again and again.
do it baby one more time OH, YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Great. I have my first stalker
I'm pleased that you're pleased. Truly. My cheeks are exploding from blushes. It is foolish, however, to think that I don't have to TRY. It all depends on the amount of LSD and Cheetos, actually. But not cheesy poofs. Never cheesy poofs! Oh, those things make me angry! I hate 'em! I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Those soulless fiends!
Worry not.
i alone will remove your cheesyness with my pointed tongue and you will LOVE IT.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA
take that dorothy
shit. where are my red shoes.
too bad wes c. attle doesn't have twisters like home, huh?
i have to go soon, but i dont wanna
i dont even remember where i work today
my mouth is the crotch from which abortions are pulled
red rabies red rabies send over dead babies
ugliness is a crown
luckily my head is round
thoughts cowering away
afraid to be seen
for what they really are
calmless.........cleanless.........knowless
all blather all truth all grinding
through this cell of skull
so many things laughing
while i'm straight-faced
pointing and laughing
like the mirror does
soulless.........tasteless.........safeless
a viley violent
and violently vile
mob of madness
has lynched gladness
left it
livid and limp
dangling in the breeze
so other emotions can heed their power
wholeless.........hugless.........careless
there's a method to my sadness
it's addicted to me
puking chunks of it
onto every thought
tainting them in its beauty
it piles my smiles high
so i knock them all over
when i reach for one
feckless.........blessless.........endless
abhor the future
too many clouds
carpeting its sky
too much snow
choking my steps
maybe i should lie down and stop walking toward it
and all the demands
it demands
and all the responsibility
to be responsible for
there's just little room
for a cradle
in a slut's mouth
She has a pretty way
the way she
flexes the veins
in her right
forearm
to spell my
name.
I can only
tense my right
deltoid
to mirage
the image
of her
face.
I smile
when spotting
her on decline bench,
for when she
squeezes
at the top, her
nipples bounce and the
striations along
her pecs
forge the
form of
Elmer shooting
Daffy.
While I'm
leg curling, she
curls around
me and says, "Your
hamstrings
look like
slugs screwing."
"Care to
join them,"
I say,
and she
giggles and
jiggles her right
triceps
into a bust
of Darth
Vader.
I smile
when spotting
her on decline bench,
for when she
squeezes
at the top, her
nipples bounce and the
striations along
her pecs
forge the
form of
Elmer shooting
Daffy.
While I'm
leg curling, she
curls around
me and says, "Your
hamstrings
look like
slugs screwing."
and you said i was a sick little money?
pull this gibbon over there!
it is with some regret, yet great respect I hand the award for "Nauseous Minature Primate of the Year" over to Mr O'reilly
may he use it well
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
Got the freshly bound and <sniff> <HACK> <COUGH> glued book.
You are nothing short of homicidal, neurotic genius.
Oh and there were some in there that actually touched, and even occasionally molested me.
You deserve to have your stuff in print. I'm going to talk to a guy I know at the local Hot Topic, because like it or not this is right up your alley. And I think it would sell like fucking MAD there.
hee hee now I have an ISBN number... this should be fun. We'll see if we can't turn this puppy into some sort of homemaker for you, my friend.
And stop picking boogers when I'm talking to you.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
I WAS STROLLING THROUGH THE PARK ONE DAY, IN THE MERRY, MERRY MONTH OF MAY, WHEN I WAS TAKEN BY SURPRISE BY A BLARING BELL SOUND THAT SOUNDED OUT OF THE HEAVENS OR THE HELLS, I COULDN'T DECIDE WHICH, AND AS IT DID SO A PACK OF VICIOUS ROGUES AND HOODLUMS CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND YET SOMEWHERE, AND THEY BEAT ME AND TOOK MY WALLET AND MY WATCH AND MY CREDIT CARDS AND MY CONDOMS AND SHREDDED MY CLOTHES AWAY WITH THEIR JELLIED LIPS AND BOUND ME TO AN OAK AND HAD THEIR MERRY, MERRY WAY WITH ME WHILE I TRIED NOT TO ENJOY THE SENSUAL, SENSUOUS, SENSATION--OH, I TRIED!--I TRIED TO PUT MY MIND ELSEWHERE, TRIED TO FILL IT WITH UNSIGHTLY IMAGES OF NAKED ELDERS ATOP EACH OTHER IN A POOL OF POOP SO AS NOT TO SUCCUMB TO WHAT I'M SUCCUMBING TO, BUT THESE THOUGHTS LINGERED OUT OF REACH UNTIL MY EYES, EARS, NOSE, MOUTH, AND FINGERED EXTENSIONS COULD NO LONGER RESIST THESE BAWDY BODIES, AND AS MY EYES, EARS, NOSE, MOUTH, AND FINGERED EXTENSIONS AGREED TO THESE FELLAS' PLAYTIME, THESE FELLAS LEFT ME--OH, YES! THEY LEFT ME!--OH, NO! THEY LEFT ME UNFULFILLED, DRIPPING, AND BOUND TO THIS OAK AS I SQUEALED FOR THEIR RETURN, BUT THEY CONTINUED ON TO THE NEXT STROLLER, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, UNTIL THE PARK WAS FULL OF DIVORCED BITCHES, TIED TO OAKS, PINES, BIRCHES, REDWOODS, BLUEWOODS, GREENWOODS, EVERY KIND OF WOODS, BEGGING, PLEADING, AND CAJOLING, FOR THE LUSCIOUS ROGUES' AND HOOLDUMS' RETURN TO SATISFY OUR MALNOURISHED PLEASURES, BUT THESE FELLAS CONTINUED ON SPREADING AND SWELLING, SWELLING AND SPREADING THEIR SLAVE CLASS CIVILIZATION TO CITY STREETS, CITY TOWNS, CITY FARMS, CITY CITIES, CITY OF LOS ANGELES, CITY OF KANSAS, CITY OF NEW YORK, CITY OF . . . THEN A BLARING BELL SOUND SOUNDED OUT OF THE HEAVENS OR THE HELLS, WE COULDN'T DECIDE WHICH, AND AS IT DID SO, THE PACK OF LUSCIOUS ROGUES AND HOODLUMS WONDERED DISMAYEDLY BACK TO NOWHERE AND YET SOMEWHERE BECAUSE
hug me less love me less
i wanna be more of a mess
kiss my mess love my mess
i wanna be more of a less
stupid brain
forgot my blame
a victim of
your hero love
the shadows hang
sharp as a fang
body is a coffin
i die in it often
i got the right to be wrong
i'm really sick of this song
i like to wear
my "i don't care"
all buttoned up
to choke the love up
why should i repent
everything i meant
maybe there's life
on top of this knife
death got dressed up
i messed it up, i messed it up
I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP
hug me less love me less
i wanna be more of a mess
kiss my mess love my mess
i wanna be more of a less
i have to agree with Marc on SCAB. brilliant. still haven't read the entire book (stupid schoolwork keeps me from having any fun lately!)...but i skimmed through and i'm loving it all so far.
Comments
Jeremy is fat. Pig torsos for arms and legs. Jeremy has red hair as if a red mirror were smashed on his head. Strands like rubber bands. Jeremy has tiny tawny freckles where his face should be and a mole in the crease of his upper lip. It tickles his nose whenver he smiles. Jeremy has tried to cut it off with his mother's sewing scissors, but the scissors were too big. Jeremy is in the fifth grade. Fourth graders trip him in the hall. Fifth graders call him ugly, fat, fag, retard, pig, puss, wuss, pussy, wussy, spitface, shitface, dumb butt, bomb butt, lice boy, mole boy, diaper boy, dirt, dirty, one-shirt wonder, fat load, wide load, fat toad, baby, cry baby, ugly baby, fat baby, fag baby, retard baby, pig baby. Sixth graders punch him in the chest. Jeremy was called to the chalkboard. Whispers and giggles followed.
788+123=
Jeremy wrote 911 and sat down. The teacher called another student to the chalkboard.
788+123=
The student didn't know the answer and had to stay after school. After school, the class caught Jeremy and tore apart his books and clothes, poured honey onto his head, and sent him home naked and shaking. The next day, Jeremy was called to the chalk board. Whispers and giggles followed.
12-13=
Jeremy wrote -1, then pulled his mother's sewing scissors from his sock, and stabbed the teacher deep in the throat. The whispers and giggles stopped.
ANYwho. Have you ever read the Novella by Stephen King called RAGE?
I think you might enjoy it. I certainly do, and often as I read it about 4 times a year.
Let me know. And dude, that was concentrated angst right there.
Nope. Not I. Just a twisted, fractured Dali-vision, perverted self image type thing. Whenever I feel a character needs a name, I just give 'em mine.
I have heard of "Rage". Haven't read it . . . if I did it was a long time ago in a galaxy far far away. I'll look it up, though.
listen to it as WE speak!
yayayayayayyyyy
do you like the little rascels rascles thos kids,
spanky always said and i love and never knew why until now-
oh it's saturday
oh it's saturday
ha na nanee and a
HA CHA CHA!!
i also like listening to it on my media player that looks like the blue germ just one tooth and a right eye that is anything from far eeeeevvvvvvveeeeeeeiiiiiilllllll.
are you really legally blind?
my mother almost lost her sight last year
i healed her though
even though she didn't want me too
are you 16
i thought they were good questions anyway
yes, change your mind, change your mind
The little rascals fit nicely between my ribs.
I'm not 16, never was.
I'm not blind but my penis might make me.
I'm taking a bath
when the tub turns
into a giant saber-nippled slug with a giant banana bandana
and it's waxed with pus
and mayonnaise (the
pus I don't mind so much, but mayonnaise is so fattening and
the doctor told me to lose 14 pounds cuz I was getting bigger
than the guards who
were having a tough time
beating me, and I want to please the doctor since he has a wart
on his nipple, so I went
ahead and cut off my
dick and had the doctor weigh me again, but somehow I gained
19 pounds, but then the doctor told me to put down the chainsaw,
and then I found that
I only had to lose 8
pounds, so I went to take a hot sweat bath when the tub turns
into a giant ninja spider
with an afro and nipples
for eyes, and I feel special because now the slug and the spider
have to duel for my honor
no,nonononono. no.
he won't make you blind, how can he?
Baba, your stick in the woods have awaken me and will awaken all those i love because i told them it would come true, and now it has. we just have to spead the word.
YOU - who?
Baba
ME - AND you....
make BabaGita !
i like that alot.
do it again and again.
do it baby one more time OH, YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
falling down,
getting UP. ~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
100% natural love
shhh.
what about a boy?
what would you name him?
my mouth is the crotch from which abortions are pulled
red rabies red rabies send over dead babies
ugliness is a crown
luckily my head is round
thoughts cowering away
afraid to be seen
for what they really are
calmless.........cleanless.........knowless
all blather all truth all grinding
through this cell of skull
so many things laughing
while i'm straight-faced
pointing and laughing
like the mirror does
soulless.........tasteless.........safeless
a viley violent
and violently vile
mob of madness
has lynched gladness
left it
livid and limp
dangling in the breeze
so other emotions can heed their power
wholeless.........hugless.........careless
there's a method to my sadness
it's addicted to me
puking chunks of it
onto every thought
tainting them in its beauty
it piles my smiles high
so i knock them all over
when i reach for one
feckless.........blessless.........endless
abhor the future
too many clouds
carpeting its sky
too much snow
choking my steps
maybe i should lie down and stop walking toward it
and all the demands
it demands
and all the responsibility
to be responsible for
there's just little room
for a cradle
in a slut's mouth
no one wants to read that shit today!!
xix
i still love ;you tho
Just feel it.
She has a pretty way
the way she
flexes the veins
in her right
forearm
to spell my
name.
I can only
tense my right
deltoid
to mirage
the image
of her
face.
I smile
when spotting
her on decline bench,
for when she
squeezes
at the top, her
nipples bounce and the
striations along
her pecs
forge the
form of
Elmer shooting
Daffy.
While I'm
leg curling, she
curls around
me and says, "Your
hamstrings
look like
slugs screwing."
"Care to
join them,"
I say,
and she
giggles and
jiggles her right
triceps
into a bust
of Darth
Vader.
Oh, to have her pump!
I smile
when spotting
her on decline bench,
for when she
squeezes
at the top, her
nipples bounce and the
striations along
her pecs
forge the
form of
Elmer shooting
Daffy.
While I'm
leg curling, she
curls around
me and says, "Your
hamstrings
look like
slugs screwing."
and you said i was a sick little money?
pull this gibbon over there!
it is with some regret, yet great respect I hand the award for "Nauseous Minature Primate of the Year" over to Mr O'reilly
may he use it well
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
Tell me. Does Elmer have his hat on?
You are truly the master of all that is dark-end poetry. or is that potty?
I can never tell the difference
and I REFUSE to write for Lexus. But thanks for the compliment...er.
I would rather write for Infinity, the car ad without a car. Usually without narration of any sort. I would be quite good at that.
I wonder what the smart people are thinking about.
Got the freshly bound and <sniff> <HACK> <COUGH> glued book.
You are nothing short of homicidal, neurotic genius.
Oh and there were some in there that actually touched, and even occasionally molested me.
You deserve to have your stuff in print. I'm going to talk to a guy I know at the local Hot Topic, because like it or not this is right up your alley. And I think it would sell like fucking MAD there.
hee hee now I have an ISBN number... this should be fun. We'll see if we can't turn this puppy into some sort of homemaker for you, my friend.
And stop picking boogers when I'm talking to you.
...they are thinking that nothing IS as it seems
....they are wondering is the world about to change it's mind
....they are so filled with hope, as if it will soon be christmas morning and all the presents were made from LOVE.
....they are afraid to believe the truth
.....they need to make love for 24hours with jesus.
and they are afraid that none, NONE of this is real for her.
but love without a stick,
sucks like just the rest.
unbranding my heart
holding who i hold
deep inside for the
smart to find out
CARPOOL!!!!
if the van's a'rockin'....
"Playtime"
I WAS STROLLING THROUGH THE PARK ONE DAY, IN THE MERRY, MERRY MONTH OF MAY, WHEN I WAS TAKEN BY SURPRISE BY A BLARING BELL SOUND THAT SOUNDED OUT OF THE HEAVENS OR THE HELLS, I COULDN'T DECIDE WHICH, AND AS IT DID SO A PACK OF VICIOUS ROGUES AND HOODLUMS CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND YET SOMEWHERE, AND THEY BEAT ME AND TOOK MY WALLET AND MY WATCH AND MY CREDIT CARDS AND MY CONDOMS AND SHREDDED MY CLOTHES AWAY WITH THEIR JELLIED LIPS AND BOUND ME TO AN OAK AND HAD THEIR MERRY, MERRY WAY WITH ME WHILE I TRIED NOT TO ENJOY THE SENSUAL, SENSUOUS, SENSATION--OH, I TRIED!--I TRIED TO PUT MY MIND ELSEWHERE, TRIED TO FILL IT WITH UNSIGHTLY IMAGES OF NAKED ELDERS ATOP EACH OTHER IN A POOL OF POOP SO AS NOT TO SUCCUMB TO WHAT I'M SUCCUMBING TO, BUT THESE THOUGHTS LINGERED OUT OF REACH UNTIL MY EYES, EARS, NOSE, MOUTH, AND FINGERED EXTENSIONS COULD NO LONGER RESIST THESE BAWDY BODIES, AND AS MY EYES, EARS, NOSE, MOUTH, AND FINGERED EXTENSIONS AGREED TO THESE FELLAS' PLAYTIME, THESE FELLAS LEFT ME--OH, YES! THEY LEFT ME!--OH, NO! THEY LEFT ME UNFULFILLED, DRIPPING, AND BOUND TO THIS OAK AS I SQUEALED FOR THEIR RETURN, BUT THEY CONTINUED ON TO THE NEXT STROLLER, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, UNTIL THE PARK WAS FULL OF DIVORCED BITCHES, TIED TO OAKS, PINES, BIRCHES, REDWOODS, BLUEWOODS, GREENWOODS, EVERY KIND OF WOODS, BEGGING, PLEADING, AND CAJOLING, FOR THE LUSCIOUS ROGUES' AND HOOLDUMS' RETURN TO SATISFY OUR MALNOURISHED PLEASURES, BUT THESE FELLAS CONTINUED ON SPREADING AND SWELLING, SWELLING AND SPREADING THEIR SLAVE CLASS CIVILIZATION TO CITY STREETS, CITY TOWNS, CITY FARMS, CITY CITIES, CITY OF LOS ANGELES, CITY OF KANSAS, CITY OF NEW YORK, CITY OF . . . THEN A BLARING BELL SOUND SOUNDED OUT OF THE HEAVENS OR THE HELLS, WE COULDN'T DECIDE WHICH, AND AS IT DID SO, THE PACK OF LUSCIOUS ROGUES AND HOODLUMS WONDERED DISMAYEDLY BACK TO NOWHERE AND YET SOMEWHERE BECAUSE
RECESS WAS OVER.
However, I believe it is S.C.A.B. that qualifies you as a bonified genius.
Or at least, pretty darn smart. LOL
"less"
stomach churned
lesson's learned
not to eat
people's feet
i bruised my marrow
with calcium sorrow
put in a rhyme
just to stop this line
i faked my feign
drained my gain
you're half a bore
and all whore
i'm an ass
with so much class
life is wasted
death is tasted
trapped and done
divorced from fun
remaining thought
just got bought
hug me less love me less
i wanna be more of a mess
kiss my mess love my mess
i wanna be more of a less
stupid brain
forgot my blame
a victim of
your hero love
the shadows hang
sharp as a fang
body is a coffin
i die in it often
i got the right to be wrong
i'm really sick of this song
i like to wear
my "i don't care"
all buttoned up
to choke the love up
why should i repent
everything i meant
maybe there's life
on top of this knife
death got dressed up
i messed it up, i messed it up
I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP
hug me less love me less
i wanna be more of a mess
kiss my mess love my mess
i wanna be more of a less
**kneels** Playtime was the first poem I wrote for Rot. I have a perverse sentimental attachment to it.
There are things I like and things I don't like about S.C.A.B. But I won't say what.
Genius? You, dear sir, are fucked up.
Pretty darn smart? You, dear sir, are still fucked up.