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all is foul
my own private wishing well
today don't it have
the burned rubber smell
of drowned skunk" arise ye prophets
of a blazing doom"
even x-pard 3 has to rake my bleeding memoryrasp my soul's
gizzarda past recaptured
like walking on borkoen glass
--------------she notices
"u're not focused meat "
after much nasty negligent chat
she sums up
"yer fuckin too scattered to accomplish shit "
ya
now ain't that the truth
you needle point
cunt muffinfeature this:
after conjuring antique shards of ruthless fem pettifoggery
all she can do b4 hanging up is bark
" get a grip "
-------------if this revenge weapon ever gets built....
the high and mighty
of tv land will wonder at it
like its a singing python
Posted by meat me at October 18, 2006 02:43 PM