

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
silly
stressss
skin
Devious Comments
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MY LIFE IS:FISHING,DRAWING FAT TEEN GRILS ,ANIME!
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...and then I woke up.
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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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Neow?
Yours till the cows come home! doni
love ya!
mwah!
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"Well it's a matter of life after death. Now that's he dead, I got a life." -Mrs. White, Clue
"My parents are also having a baby. They had sex." -Wednesday Addams, The Addams Family Values
lots of
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