of course i did it
wouldn't you if you got shit
pull the trigger?

wouldn't you if you
were the one mistreated
all your entire life

go ahead, call it
drivel or whatever, I hit myself
in the head, I hate

myself, I will be the
one with the noose around my
own neck, not being

taken with any love
from loveless people who won't
ever know me anyway

fuck the god damn net
fuck it all and how it just makes
people not human

even me, look at me
reduced to people who want
something to point at

what is the use, emo
do we all have to be controlled
play by the rules, or

do people just get
stuck in a stiffled mode
of expression

anyhow, verbal
filters removed, and this we
see what this will breed

probably a repeat of
"oh what drivel he writes,
how I continue to be a pompous worthless deep down suicidal wreckage"

i remember David Foster Wallace, wrote smart ass hip shit...died with a noose around his neck

I assume some will end this way from this place

I fantasize about
putting you in your place so
I am accepted

the reasons capos
got respect was people's fear
of being murdered

if you said that to
them, a piano wire
decoration you'd be

it's not right, but we
reduce ourselves to animals
instincts, Leviathan...

justification for the
Divine Right of Kings, how
UnTrue

if you want me to
be civil, act civil and
connect with your "foe"

how many times out of
frustration have I thought
crowbar through head, that

death will be the one
thing that will shut you up or
what about me, then let's

go to war, I mean
to win, I mean to crush, I mean
freaking business here

it's called pretention
hunny...it's a joke that keeps a
person on and on and on

your entire life will
consist of a lie, do I have
to meet you, break

your nose in front of
your brownnosers and it
will only get to you

when I whisper in
your ear "they will be talking
about this for weeks"

when reputation matters
over real being, suck my id
feel my id, enjoy my id

like I said "ap"
I think you're fake, and fake
is drivel to me

Does anyone read
the one lacking in talent
The endless drivel!!!!

now this is a strong
habit, to get up and go and
not respond to slaps

to move on, to say
ok, have your fun, I'm gone now
now what fun is that?

no one to play with?

people don't change from
the patterns they set right just
right away, some do...

some do change but some
keep the old crap flying with the
new, the wine skin thing

what's sad is that I'd
do it so long my own work
shits as a result

I feel like people
have a good intention but
get shit so they end

up getting mad and
then dish it back worse and to
the point others cave

in fact what does black
sheep mean but the sheep not part
of the flock, are there

wolves in here? they bark
and rave inside to wear sheep
skin, and pretend, fake

i resent a lot
of the fake fuckers in here
I'd rather insult

so if you don't want
insults, stop being so damn
fake, fake...childish, real?

so when a ken lay
lies rotting in his hell he
surely has his reward

the bully on the
playground sets the pattern for
his own life ahead

he has to rape your
christianity, beat it
dominate it, he's

the paragon of the
crowd of shit that populates
our worldly prisons

revenge fantasies
like this guy here with the ayn
rand thing, the sense of

being in control of
his own destiny, win lose
rather than the win win

someone has to take
the noose, the fall, but secret?
fuckers still unhappy

many provoke so
they can get a reaction
the slap on the head

of the kid in school
he hits back and they say "hey!"
"look what he did!!! hey!!!"

issues of power
issues of control, issues
of being top dog

it stands for "bullshit"
because so many here have
no regard for me so...

I feel down on me

For Sammytha

Love can really hurt
Lift you up! And Break your heart!
Love is wonderful

I have been in love
I have watched others in love
Lost in each other

Love puts you at risk
Love is vulnerability
What you need is love

the truth of life is
no one can understand you
forgive everyone

The fact of life is
Un-Happiness Self Centered
Be Big to others

Cheerfulness is just
A face to cover up what I
Am really feeling inside

Will anyone ever know
Will anyone ever understand
Will anyone ever accept

The me that is hidden
The me that no one has ever
Tried to understand

The me that is wild
The me that is passionate
The me that is buried

The me that is always
Screaming out to be found by
That special someone

If love's a disease,
give it to me fast and hard
until I'm queasy.

let me breathe closer
i wear this love like a flu
hope this infects you

BS is Black Sheep
A far from talented man
Can't you spot the diff?

Is that what bs
stands for? I guess I need to
stop assuming things.

missing you Blue Sky
the one who is pure of heart
elevate this site

Peanuts in your poop
I would eat them and then I
Would floss with your pubes

you enable that
by quoting some of his words
you sounded amused

Why does your mind dwell
only on perverse things that
glorify your sin?

Through experience
moo knows all about this incest
family ties son!

A glimpse, his mind wide
love, music, respect and time
my adoration...

What about your butt?
I will be slow and gentle
Just like your father

In a debate on
the "headship" issue, he was
just a bit extreme.

"virgin labia?"
You must be kidding, pervert.
I am not THAT pure!

finally they see
what it is you say to see
and I do wonder

pffffffffffffft
jump little peanut
get off the sac and whack dance
i see you got spunk

Values won't deter
Your virgin labia from
Accepting my thrusts

comedy sources
every day I need to laugh
that is what I see


hee hee hee..xoxox

cautious i say no..
give him your soul and serve him
girls are never free

Should I be cautious
that he wants me to submit
even my values?

Quick so say many
Christian values to destroy
Yet naught they offer

http://www.usdoj.gov
/criminal/cybercrime
/reporting.htm

essence of creme pie
surplus spit overriding
and my tummy growls...

And so I must begin my tale of woe
Of people who their fate they never sewed.
Of Russians who had lived their life complete
With orchards and with no one to compete.

It all starts when they come back from abroad.
No money did they have, their horse unshod.
And so they had to face an awful choice
One which an answer they would never voice.

To sell, or keep the question was then posed.
But in the shadows lurked a hope that rose.
A loan from some old aunt I hardly knew
To keep the sky from turning from its blue.

They gave their cash to people on the street
And so their waste in all things was replete
And once again were they to make their pick
And once again did they still end up sick.

And so to magic did the fam

softly so snow falls
silently at rest it lies
quite though it is not

I can't believe they
killed my most loved character!
Death Note lost some charm.