

Filthhe's a scarub beetle with a dark saphire jewel on his back and he crawls and he claws and burries into every creves, every crack in my skull, in my brain eating at the insane ideals in my head and the toxins from his carces leak out every pore on my flesh for now he's dead I sit and wallow completely hollow livingin a kacoon of my own decay and watch in silent hystaria as his particles steam out in clouds of meloncholy gray and one twiching leg that escaped swims through my veins weaving, teasing under a veil of pale skin caressing my bones that scream and sufocate under my flesh making my head spin &Filth
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by `AquaSixio
by *ketchup-suicide
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-Soldiers, what do we pursue?!
-World Domination sir!
-In the name of what do we fight for?
-In the name of BADASSNESS, sir!
-Are you willing to die for this cause?!
-SIR, NO SIR. WE ARE IMMORTAL SIR!
-Now we're talking...
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MY LIFE IS:FISHING,DRAWING FAT TEEN GRILS ,ANIME!
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Forsake the lake to see the sea.
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.:.:.Visit my stock account at ~RagedAngelStock.:.:.
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Alana: Do you ever see two people and think, GOD! they should be having SEXX!
Steve: Are you talking about that British guy again?
Alana: First off, he's Irish....and second...yeah, maybe.
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"Señor, no se como celebrarte. Como el poeta en versos complicados;
Pero acepta señor esta obra áspera y humilde que he hecho con mis manos mortales"
Angel Zarraga
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