This WorldFeed me sickness. In solitude. I'm from fear. Numb. Screwed. Big, bare, bold. Fat on hips. Slaps on flesh. A figure full and turbulent. Padded feet flee from your need. A blank, bludgeon bullet toThis World
my back. A sickness fed like force feed girls. On beds with blankets. Vomit. Curdled. Lapping lumps. Lardy lust. (Barely there) Pig sick. Purge it. Arsenic clumps.
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To kill or not to kill Uboar?
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Like the gunslinger said to the artist... "Draw!"
lol It's like a whole new world...
Much appreciated
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Please,please buy my new book [link] featuring tattooed and pierced girls I have met through Myspace
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sticks and stones may brake my bones but whips and chains exsite me so tie me up and beat me down and show me that u lik me
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Trapped eternal in a staircase of spiral
Infinite ways up, infinite ways down
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You Know The Saying Tomarrow Is another Day?
I'm Waiting for Tomarrow.
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