Sunday, September 26, 2004

sup

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Wednesday, September 15, 2004

   da devil returnes
hehehehehehe<-----devul laugh.


ney ways ts uppppp still my natureal so i gots me a vampire poem for yall blood suckas (im currently in relationship wit a vampire chick ^_-) here tis yo




I have great trouble with this mosquito, who bites me in darkness & interrupts my dreams cuts my comfort short, this wandering buzz-saw. If it's food you want, I set a dish of blood by the bedside: wade in! Why be a connoisseur of freshness? Look, my skin's my own, but I'm no killer. Climb into this glass I'll carry you outside & take a bottle. Drink with me by moonlight.


hehehehehehe yay gime some fuckin rates ppl here

are you guys suprised i only cussed ones? well then here ya go



fuck piss cunt bitch pussy dick ass piss bitch bitch-ass-punk
fuck-bucket fucker fucket

there ye are piss faces l8ter


-i say a gun in every orphans hand. vote for me hitler a name you can trust ^_-

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   da devil returnes
hehehehehehe<-----devul laugh.


ney ways ts uppppp still my natureal so i gots me a vampire poem for yall blood suckas (im currently in relationship wit a vampire chick ^_-) here tis yo




I have great trouble with this mosquito, who bites me in darkness & interrupts my dreams cuts my comfort short, this wandering buzz-saw. If it's food you want, I set a dish of blood by the bedside: wade in! Why be a connoisseur of freshness? Look, my skin's my own, but I'm no killer. Climb into this glass I'll carry you outside & take a bottle. Drink with me by moonlight.


hehehehehehe yay gime some fuckin rates ppl here

are you guys suprised i only cussed ones? well then here ya go



fuck piss cunt bitch pussy dick ass piss bitch bitch-ass-punk
fuck-bucket fucker fucket

there ye are piss faces l8ter


-i say a gun in every orphans hand. vote for me hitler a name you can trust ^_-

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Saturday, September 4, 2004

sorry guys have not posted in a long time bin bizzy payin shit in all dat crap so givei a shout out to my great friends queen bee love ya your great mamma vash bin great help in all my crap suprised you can deal??lol ney way also to all my other friends have a good fucking year haha
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Tuesday, August 17, 2004

   NO FUCKING WAY!!!!!!
NOT THAT ENNY ONE CARES BUT I RESEAVED THIS NOT I DELEATED IT SO I WILL RITE IT FROM MEMORY

DEAR MR.RANT CROW

I AM SORRY TO INFORM YOU THAT THE FUNDS FOR THE ANIME IN NAME (FATE OF DESTINY) WILL BE FURTHER DISCUNTENUD UNTIL THE PROPER FUNDS AR RAISED

SHIT FUCK PISS DAMN CUNT PUSSY DICK TITTY
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   watch out anyone on th rode
yo yo dis is zen im now 17 booya watchout anyone on the rode i gots my drivers lisens but i still cant spell worth shit
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Sunday, July 18, 2004

staind glass
lying in beb contemplating tomorrow simply meditating i stare into a single empty spot and i notice a penatratingof two eyes looking up and downat eight my eyes at 10 beer cans forming a pryimid and i close my lids thinking was it i that made this tin pryimid or or mabey it was the watchers i open my eyes to see the pryimid now a pyre and the face with in is my one cold and uncaring of its mesage but i will not fall prey i hurl my pillow at the infernal grave as if to save my eyes from the horrific understanding was it fate that left one stand wye dose this solitary tin solider in defiant to my pillow he says to me you must surreder your dreams its just we sit all day in awe i nod invounerible and he closes my eyes when i crawl out of bed i get up my hair tanggled in a mess of black locks i enter the kitchen ang go tothe ice box i pull asingle can of berr as i begin to drink i hear rhe wheeping of an abandand infant....
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Saturday, July 17, 2004

   YOU WILL NOT BILEAVE THIS!!!!!
i met marilyn manson at a consert he looks wierd without his makeup on he told me i had good pesonality and that i reminded him of himself when i was sixsteen isent that fucking awesumn he gave me some tikets to another concert im going on thusday

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Thursday, July 15, 2004

   this storie is not i reapeat NOT for little kids under 16 it is gross
ALL IN THE FAMILY

he hoped th tape recorder would still work. it was one of those small portable ones often used in schools or librairys teddy dident eavin realize the irony of his action angie was the one who bought it for him he whiped the blood and hiar off the corner and realeased a sigh of frustration "mother will probely ground me from the tv" he considered looking to the mess he had made "damn her why did she have to kill peg" why balefully he kicked the corps beside him her glazed eyes stared back at him with suprise. you bitch you killed peg his sisters dead look gave no response he whondered why her faced looked so shadowed he lifted her hed up by her cloated hair and he saw it was the dry blood on her cheek that created the mock shadow he saw to tat the dent in her skull had stoped gushing the blood hade created a plug mother would be home soon he would have to dig a grave teddy walkt to his bedroom were pegs plastic body lay deflated atop her bloodless chest was a kitchen knife and she stared at the sealing with her permanant exspretion and her mouth was shaped as an 0 she looked as if she would sckreem he picked up the dolls head and looked at it tearfuly he began to cry each tear with a thousand wishes he was glad angie was dead she desearved every last blowas tedy stroked her artifitail hair he notised his mother drive up as his mother hobled up to the living room tedy why dident you take out the garbage huhn he was cunfused by her displaced question bad boys have to be punished thats how we keep a family together repeadidly she bonked his head with her caneuntil he pased out on the carpet when tedy awhoke he whinced and tuggled in pain his eyes the wouldent open otop his naked body he felt the security of peg damn mother and her sweing he touched his eyelids and he new what he would find tiny knoted stiches binding his site teady she caled from ubove you have bin a bad boy you whont be looking at peg anymore he haerd an earthy scrape from obove and pleadid for mersy a scoop ove dirt landed on his face and he was fuly coverd he cried a tear of blood...sick hunh
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Sunday, July 11, 2004

just got my first picks on vote pls
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