Let your hatred flow.
Suicide bomb a day care.
Or write a poem.

It is all the same.
In the end we're all just shit.
Worthless rotting cunts.

Amusing anger.
Internet verbiage battles.
Petty little nerds.

You wanna come up against me?
Thats fin u must need the money
Pinnochio made as bitch

You Lose...
No matter which way u come
You always have ben a sore loser
Oh and let not the plastic made bitches come oh lol for u are mad of not even clay but just filled with a baggy full of cum

I HEAR THE CHAINS FALLING!

That new age poet
The familiar whining tone
Could be vhs

Figpucker is it!
You are the new age poet
What ya been drinking?

The cunt of Jesus,
infected and dripping pus,
will not save your soul

You can eat that meat,
blood dripping from the corners,
of your smiling mouth.

Your pass to heaven.
Your golden shower ticket.
Your sins forgotten.

Blow torches, vice grips,
pain enhancing stimulants.
Amateur Pilate.

Marilyn Manson
has the corpse of Jesus Christ
in his basement lair.

Torture continues.
His clones made into sex slaves.
Eat the Flesh and Blood.

Your soul still festers.
Your sins piled up, eyeball deep.
You'll never be free.

Useless is one hot wins just because her fake creativity doesn't truly come from the divine...

see Useless isn't the tree of old because she was wise enough not to allow her pussy to get old

the virgin may have sparked much laughter but the tightness of her trees keep her young in laughter

tap tap tap I'd tap back but sour bitches seem not to like it when the virgin snaps back

Tap tap I'd tap that
Tap tap I'd tap that tap tap
Tap tap I'd tap that

Woodpeckers don't whine
About useless ex lovers
Sappy nature talk

Woodpecker on high
Prehistoric telegraph
Haiku carved in tree

I'll tell you one thing
You need your head examined
Pull it from your bum

Listening to the rain songs of birds still mystic love as the blue bird sang

I pissed of my love my favorite penis oh well too bad he fuckd over true Venus so I sent his ass back where he like to roam and returned to my untainted moon my lovely moon mean all my own with a drama free and very happy zone

At least Donna Jean could sing and had her own lyrics and didn't need to plagiarize a damn thing...Rock On Donna jean you probably found out the phonies didn't mean a thing

Lift the hopes of forever freedom and love as w free the dove

waves of freedom and guiding light hearts that shine severely bright all united someday made right hope for all children in my sight

Golden Promises and Makers the Property no longer belongs to your bankers so lets see how u dance now once they cut you from their strings you clowns

beautiful peaceful breezes as the lilies show but my lavender lily within me glows of blue hearts reawaken

Scared Geometry
Bermuda Triangle cunt
Retracted penis

This new poetess
Like the Donna Jean Godchaux
Of haiku poets

Care for a wind dance?
Yes, I'm wearing silk panties
Stick your face right there

Your dull ranting spew
Does not qualify as verse
Or even garbage...

Okay but at least admit were getting Haiku popping dang wang lang sang chang dingalingalang

Sacred geometry he was able to see when he mated with me the very reason why I withdrew and hide so much for all to view now free at last I get to rejoice no longer pushed to make a choice and now I get to use my voice

Maniacal laugh
But where is it coming from?
My funny boner

Run a bit faster
They saw you sneak out the back
Men in the white coats

Lol smiles and laughs..its funny that when holding onto anger and strife you cry but when you release and let go you hear your heart laugh and then you can truly enjoy running through the grass

TTGFP
must also be Figpucker.
Or his own angel...

The Mass Betrayal
People got records and tapes
And they never paid

Moisture on his head
Fingering scalp. Looking up
Birds pooping, laughing

Insects buzzing loud
Upon closer inspection
Fly out of your cunt

Insects fly freely
Crescent moon adapts to all
Menace of the end

Bird flies silently
Mirror lake overcome with joy
Insects fly quiet

Strangers of balance
Purest bliss inside my mind
Branches sprout sudden

I heard that at the
Bottom of the rabbit hole
There are tasty snacks

I knew a stripper
She could crack whole peanut shells
Using cunt muscles

After reading that
They never did feel the need
To buy Nutella

Despite her intent
Putting fingers in my ass
Only made me fart

She is a beautiful moon beam...just lost expressions of love due to mass betrayal. Smiles of the children and nature from the heart. It's not him...well good cause this is me. Old historical memories unfold as I was crushed to rediscover all of the lies that were told. So I decided to take the essence of pure love and start again. On my own putting battles to an end.

It made me angry
I waited for the hooker
And she never showed

beautiful rays of sun
when things come to an end life has just begun

I dreamt I was old
I was eating a pussy
And my teeth fell in

No, it is not him.
I think it's all Funtcart Funt.
Maybe a troll guild.

If it's about shit
Then you know it must be Darth.
The rest? It's unclear...

It's all VHS.
He's the only one on here.
You know, like Sybil.

You think you're not him.
You're one of his personae.
but then, so am I.

sings strings tones stay the fuck up out my phone...dont u have any business of your own or someone else to try and clone?

Turned over rocks
Coffee ground diarrhea
Sayonara, pants

Parallel parking
The driving instructor coughs
Unbuttons his pants