okay, so to continue putting the pieces from yesterday's post let me first say that i tried, to no motherfucking avail, to force the dream to play out and show me what came after the ever so pleasant tummy chewing that i previously described. it seems that my brain is leaking as little information as possible, taking the political approach it seems. damn that noise, damn it indeed.
this is my fictional romance, a great gatsby dream sequence, styled toward this made-up love affair that haunts me like an angry spirit. so tonight i will recap the prequel portion with a soundtrack that captivates me in so many ways: physically, mentally, sexually & creatively. dax, send me some magic love, send me some soul for this little adventure of keystrokes. alright, so the lead in looks a little like this...
multi-colored autumn leaves dazzle the entire field of my vision, oranges-red-yellows-browns, all slow dancing to a waltz that is beyond my ears. if beauty could kill you, this fall would be the greatest un-named assassin the world would never have the pleasure to tell others about. their ballroom is every street i walk down, every alley i find myself taking pictures in, their ballroom is neverending yet always full to capacity. today the breeze is sweetly caressing these haggard cheekbones and forehead. softly seductive and ever teasing my laugh lines into display, surely i love to be taunted by these gusts. fall has fallen, just like i have, ever so much over what seems like forever. an eternity in several weeks, a lifetime in no time at all.
cobblestones have led me to the river's bank, the spot of summer that is now long left to the sweetest sliver of chilled air currents. i raise my camera up to focus on the usual lone fisherman on his shitty boat, casting lines to fill his stomach at least today. some asshole is in my way, some ignorant beast wants to ruin my shot. this beast, as it were, is crouched down knotting laces in it's weathered chucks, low top chucks no less. i slip in a small chuckle and snap the shot anyway, a picture today is better than no picture at all. it stands, turns, takes notice of me standing stupidly with two handfuls of camera and starts laughing like a headcase. i can feel the red flush my face, the breeze becomes obsolete against my new found thermal climb. it approaches slowly, sizing me up like a predator to prey, taking in the bounty my guts will be for it's pride. the heat is climbing higher and higher inside of me, i know this figure, this beast. i have been infatuated and struck dumb by it several times before today. my dirty secret, my crush. hold back the garbage bag of words, don't you dare spew anything from your face.
"you know, you have to stop popping up like this. if i didn't know any better i would swear that you have me low-jacked."
it speaks to me like we're old friends, like we know each other. i've seen this beast at a distance, noticed it noticing me. i noticed back. i blushed for no reason, like some damned fool in middle school, getting giddy for no good reason other than the fact that this beast was enigmatic to me. today is the day i suppose, at least the weather is my saving grace, it has cooled my face back to it's natural tone of "blends in well with crowds".
"i saw you at the farmers' market wednesday afternoon, it seems you're terrible at waving back with that second set of eyes clogging up your hands. give it a rest already or at the very least get a neckstrap, saves time, trust me."
i just kind of nod, taking in it's rather worn leather jacket, boot-cut charcoal jeans, slayer shirt and triple toned knotted bun of hair. i think right about now i've been caught in a parallel dimension, stuck motionless, drinking in the absolute beauty of it's sheer existence. i nod again, it eyes me strangely and chuckles then turns and heads for the steps leading up to the parking lot. a single pause of movement and an explosion of a siren song from it's throat:
"okay, well just don't be late to the show. i'll be near the merch tables, trust me you won't be able to miss me, i'm going with a poison green theme up top this time. you know i've had it out for you for so long that i think you could take me in 10 minutes if you try, see you then, okay gilligan?"
another spellbound nod, another slightly frozen jerk of my head joint. i took it all in and fell to the sandy plain of existence i hoped was reality and not some sick sad, torturous dream. tonight: the show, poison green theme, merch tables. got it. the rush of blood flooded my head again, the swirling leaves foxtrot around my feet, up my legs and torso then cascade into the now darkening sky above, so this is what it feels like to be struck by lightening. next time it will kill me, i know it will.
in an instant i'm re-capping the camera, trotting up the steps into the parking lot and i head toward 5th street, just past there my cluttered and well shared apartment. my dirty secret has a voice and a fucked up sense of humor telling me to come to the show tonight. i can't help but feel like this is a joke that i'm the punch-line to. every foot step sends more leaves flying into the air, decorations for the moment i've been shit-wrecked nervour about since the first time i saw the delightful beast. a crush, a fleeting-giggling-ridiculous like for someone i don't even remotely know. fuck it, its only a crush, right? oh damn, i can't stop smiling, i look like an idiot, i am an idiot, i'm the one who blends in not stands out. things change.
the night sky meets the streets that are now filled with obsidian remnants of those wonderful leaves from before, no more colors can be seen, just undertones of deeper and deeper blacks-blues-greys. if being a lush for loving the simple lack of technicolor is a crime then throw the switch. this darkness that now climbs my running legs, is guiding me to my beast, evolving my desire to be on time into a sex crime doing somersaults in the lawns i speed past. if i make this mad dash alive i can fall over on the curb and bleed out of all my pores just because. i think this crush is killing me as i see the lights of the city streets where the fun starts and lives end.
the opening band is mid set when i make it to the top of the steps inside the show. they suck, i know their bassist and he's a serial douchebag. the green halo's of my eyes dart around the bar, past the groupie cunts to the merch tables. looks like a stood up kind of night, no surprise: plenty of feeling stupid though, both of these i'm quite used to by now. screw it, i'll enjoy the next band up, i shot their pictures for the netpage. luckily this wasn't at an art gallery or a resturant, that would be just like last time. it's simple: i'm easy to toy with, simply put. douche-boy's band is loading out when it hits like a sonic boom:
"good, you're here gilligan. dig the poison theme? thirsty? i'll get you a drink, PBR okay?"
i swear i melted into a puddle of human nerdgasm. i try to pull it together and end up with my tell-tale nod. fucking shit, i really have to fix that zombified nod. i know that wasn't just a single question. so now i like the 4 toned green hair dyed to perfection, i am indeed thirsty and yes i'll have a PBR. she's back in no time double fisted with sweaty cans of cheap beer. holy shit, i'm not really a drinker. it's the perfect day, drink up dumb ass you've earned it. the can clears my throat and chest of anything i ever thought i wanted to have inside my body. it takes everything left inside me to keep the smiling to a minimum, this crushing is crushing me. someone save me from myself.
"hey, the rest of these bands can eat it, want to ditch this and go roaming? come on, it'll be more exciting than a pointy stick in the eye, i promise."
without a reaction she grips my free hand and drags me back into the delicious night air and straight up 18th street toward the trendy spots and horrid low-rent places just beyond the last of the functioning street lights.
AGAIN, DVD ON SKIP. i keep gettting chunks of this story-dream-romance-fantasy-fucked up head trip. tomorrow night i'll drop the ending to this whole thing. i woke up from this part today with the scent of pumpkin spice everywhere around me. weird. slightly sexy but very weird considering i'm the only one who digs that scent here.
so until tomorrow night, i bid you all i wonderful sunrise soon enough.
Rants, Stories, Abstract Observations & Cruel Humor
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Thought Bubble
i don't know if it was the nyquil and lack of sleep or my sheer over-active imagination that caused this post. in either case i woke up in a heated mess after, what i'm about to describe, played out in my head.
no names/physical descriptions will be expanded upon due to the fact that this is a prelude to my next post, which will be soon, if i can muster the lexiconal spirits to help me scribe, what can only be refered to as, a fictional romance and heartbreak. i'm going tarentino and starting with the fun part.
every last blood cell inside of me was chanting for it, begging this assailant to do me in with all the power they could wrench from within their volcanic loins. i wanted it all: the pain, pleasure, desire, carnal knowledge & pure hatred for the silence that surrounded us. put a bullet into the forehead of this quiet night, spill its blood and splatter its brains all over this room.
all i can see is the plain jane, off-white ceiling. the rotating shadow of the fan casting circles like five geometric buzzards, waiting to dine on the left over rotten flesh that we would soon be shedding all over the bed and floor. i'm breathing like i've had too many strong drinks, the skin covering me is putting off heat like i've never felt before, this is what i've been longing for. the form hovering above is slender and without definition, yet it is somehow luring me. just let it happen. gentle kisses coat my cheeks, lips, neck, ears and chest. soft hot pedals of satisfaction are floating down from within this form, teasing my mind into a false sense of love, a fictional romance. their hands are pressed firmly into my shoulders, keeping me in plain view, settled into position for an assault of physical pins & needles. these hands are on fire and scalding the epidermic nerves into submission.
gently, the form runs the tips of its eyelashes across my throat, a spring breeze style of torture that no one would ever wish to stop. another wave of slow, soft kisses and eyelash beatings are unleashed upon the screaming pores of my skin. this form lifts itself up and back, straddling my waist while still forcing my figure into the same position. the arc of its back grows longer and more defined, each vertabre showing the connection from skull to small of its back. something so sinister has never been so completely seductive and sexual to me. awestruck and spellbound, i am powerless beneath the divine spectre that is toying with me on a cellular level and beyond, i have given control over to it and now the fun is about to start.
in one swift motion the figure presses its entire self into my naked, now sweat soaked, chest and whispers into my mind, with whatever mouth it has, and says:
"look but don't touch. touch but don't taste. taste but don't swallow."
one of its hands slides under the nape of my neck, cradling the connection between my skull and my spine. the deep cold of the hand against me causes my skin to flood with goosebumps, widens my eyes to their full capacity, makes the jewelry in my nipples scream for release and crams an arctic breath into my lungs. this full reversal of temperature is as sudden as a high speed car crash, my psyche is left mangled. this beautiful blank body holding me still purrs ever so slightly into my right ear, its warm breathing tingles over my earlobe and down my collar bone. the goosebumps keep coming in tidal waves all over me, a constant ripple effect of bizarre pleasure. the air of its mouth moves slowly down to my chest, the heat of its lungs finding its target. in some strange way i know that i could be cut to ribbons right now and have no regrets about what may or may not ensue.
the form lowers itself down to my ribcage, resting their left ear to where my heart resides, listening to the valves pump the lifeforce inside of me. the purring starts again but only for a moment. it rises again to arch its back, several pops release the pressure from having been locked in a lowered position. its voice echoes inside my mind again, this time with a spritely tone:
"don't mind me, just don't be surprised if you never have it better."
its head dives like a bolt of lightening and latches onto my stomach, warm saliva concentrating on a single spot, then it hits. its teeth have dug into the skin and muscle tissue, injecting a sharp barrage of blissful pain into my torso. as much as i long to scream i can't. i can't speak any audible words, the only sound coming out of me is a whimper coupled with a sigh of release. this serrated, aching pain is candy-striped with an unexplainable delight of pure ecstacy. a long island iced tea of feeling from both my mind and body. its not even close to orgasm, but it sure as hell could play out that way.
THATS WHERE I WOKE UP! what the fuck is wrong with me?!?! it never gets past this point! i have some of the greatest PG sex dreams, i swear!
so, that is the fun part of my fictional romance. this is one of four parts, that when combined, make for a fictional romance that ends in heartbreak. it keeps happening, lets say, 5 times a week for about a year now. does anyone have some insight into this?! i could use some info on how to make this thing finish itself or fuck off, permenantly. seriously.
as i said, i will try to muster the rest of it another time, in another post.
geez, this phantom pervert is twisting my brain and lighting un-needed fires in my no no parts.
someone help. lol, someone saves me from the phantom tease!
no names/physical descriptions will be expanded upon due to the fact that this is a prelude to my next post, which will be soon, if i can muster the lexiconal spirits to help me scribe, what can only be refered to as, a fictional romance and heartbreak. i'm going tarentino and starting with the fun part.
every last blood cell inside of me was chanting for it, begging this assailant to do me in with all the power they could wrench from within their volcanic loins. i wanted it all: the pain, pleasure, desire, carnal knowledge & pure hatred for the silence that surrounded us. put a bullet into the forehead of this quiet night, spill its blood and splatter its brains all over this room.
all i can see is the plain jane, off-white ceiling. the rotating shadow of the fan casting circles like five geometric buzzards, waiting to dine on the left over rotten flesh that we would soon be shedding all over the bed and floor. i'm breathing like i've had too many strong drinks, the skin covering me is putting off heat like i've never felt before, this is what i've been longing for. the form hovering above is slender and without definition, yet it is somehow luring me. just let it happen. gentle kisses coat my cheeks, lips, neck, ears and chest. soft hot pedals of satisfaction are floating down from within this form, teasing my mind into a false sense of love, a fictional romance. their hands are pressed firmly into my shoulders, keeping me in plain view, settled into position for an assault of physical pins & needles. these hands are on fire and scalding the epidermic nerves into submission.
gently, the form runs the tips of its eyelashes across my throat, a spring breeze style of torture that no one would ever wish to stop. another wave of slow, soft kisses and eyelash beatings are unleashed upon the screaming pores of my skin. this form lifts itself up and back, straddling my waist while still forcing my figure into the same position. the arc of its back grows longer and more defined, each vertabre showing the connection from skull to small of its back. something so sinister has never been so completely seductive and sexual to me. awestruck and spellbound, i am powerless beneath the divine spectre that is toying with me on a cellular level and beyond, i have given control over to it and now the fun is about to start.
in one swift motion the figure presses its entire self into my naked, now sweat soaked, chest and whispers into my mind, with whatever mouth it has, and says:
"look but don't touch. touch but don't taste. taste but don't swallow."
one of its hands slides under the nape of my neck, cradling the connection between my skull and my spine. the deep cold of the hand against me causes my skin to flood with goosebumps, widens my eyes to their full capacity, makes the jewelry in my nipples scream for release and crams an arctic breath into my lungs. this full reversal of temperature is as sudden as a high speed car crash, my psyche is left mangled. this beautiful blank body holding me still purrs ever so slightly into my right ear, its warm breathing tingles over my earlobe and down my collar bone. the goosebumps keep coming in tidal waves all over me, a constant ripple effect of bizarre pleasure. the air of its mouth moves slowly down to my chest, the heat of its lungs finding its target. in some strange way i know that i could be cut to ribbons right now and have no regrets about what may or may not ensue.
the form lowers itself down to my ribcage, resting their left ear to where my heart resides, listening to the valves pump the lifeforce inside of me. the purring starts again but only for a moment. it rises again to arch its back, several pops release the pressure from having been locked in a lowered position. its voice echoes inside my mind again, this time with a spritely tone:
"don't mind me, just don't be surprised if you never have it better."
its head dives like a bolt of lightening and latches onto my stomach, warm saliva concentrating on a single spot, then it hits. its teeth have dug into the skin and muscle tissue, injecting a sharp barrage of blissful pain into my torso. as much as i long to scream i can't. i can't speak any audible words, the only sound coming out of me is a whimper coupled with a sigh of release. this serrated, aching pain is candy-striped with an unexplainable delight of pure ecstacy. a long island iced tea of feeling from both my mind and body. its not even close to orgasm, but it sure as hell could play out that way.
THATS WHERE I WOKE UP! what the fuck is wrong with me?!?! it never gets past this point! i have some of the greatest PG sex dreams, i swear!
so, that is the fun part of my fictional romance. this is one of four parts, that when combined, make for a fictional romance that ends in heartbreak. it keeps happening, lets say, 5 times a week for about a year now. does anyone have some insight into this?! i could use some info on how to make this thing finish itself or fuck off, permenantly. seriously.
as i said, i will try to muster the rest of it another time, in another post.
geez, this phantom pervert is twisting my brain and lighting un-needed fires in my no no parts.
someone help. lol, someone saves me from the phantom tease!
Friday, March 18, 2011
"Cross Contamination"
Everyone, this is Mamimi. Mamimi, everyone. Now that we're all friends, let the games begin.
in the short, nanosecond sized span of time i have spent here in the vast cosmic clusterfuck we call our world/galaxy/universe etc. i know so very little in the grand scheme of things. i'm okay with it, are you?
it would be safe to say that words are valued, for the most part, much less to most than say MONEY, SEX, POWER, STREET CRED. i find this little disaster we have made for ourselves to be udderly insane and sickening. we as a species have lost touch with what words can and will do to the path in which we head. look, i'm not preaching or trying to indoctrinate you with my own failed ideals, i'm just stating the obvious in order to set up for yet another rant about how fucking stupid the majority of humanity really is. face it: we all do what works for us, for me, it's ranting about the lack of intelligence that thrives on the microwaves of our electronic BDSM styled "devices" that we all cling to in order to let Johnny know, via facebook/twitter/myspace/AIM/skype, that today was "OMG, so effin' shitty!" we have played into the world's sick fantasy of cyber control...yet i sit here oddly enough, posting on a cyber based notbook page, instead of actually writing. like i said, MY FAILED IDEALS.
SO...
let me begin by saying that no matter what you do in life, you will eventually fail. not just fail but rather fall from the sky with your wings of wax & feathers scorching your well maintained body as you do the mythical "skydive of exploding death". your ass will meld with the inside of your empty skull, mash your insides into an organic rubik's cube and then, without incident, dry anal prison bitch date rape your life with a broken broomstick named pedro. trust and believe: it will happen.
it's not the end of the world, i swear, not yet anyway.
when you fail you are taught to get back up, dust yourself off and try again. does this always apply to your failure?! is this a cardinal rule for an "epic fail" or even a "super fail"?! can it only be applied to regular everyday fails?! no. every fail is different, just like the 2% of people in the world who don't/won't/refuse to buy into the bullshit that is fed to all of us by the news media that ravages this planet. this age old piece of "wisdom" needs to be revamped for the world of today, it needs to be sent to the editor's desk so they can laugh at it, scribble all over the page in red pen and then hand it back to you and state that "you are fired from life for being a stern believer in garbage your sickly grandmother told you when you were a child".
side note: my grandmother never spoke those words to me because she knows that life sucks, you will fail but you have to cling to the good parts. she's a bi-polar-diabetic-ex drunk who outlived her husband and 1 of her children. she has a heart of gold and a mind like an uncleaned gutter, may she laugh for all eternity, or whatever comes after this clusterfuck we have entitled "life".
so, we need to rewrite the slogan of positivity. easy, right?! fuck no! slogans are accidents from a stoned mind, ask anyone who has made their own t-shirts...(mine were "chode", "twat-waffle" and "oedipus rex & the momma's boys"). if you didn't get that joke, you are only mildly educated and need to go back to english class and read up on your little known greek tragedies. so the old slogan is out and the new one has yet to be slapped onto the bumper of a bondo-colored VW bug. fucking super, another fail. i have tried for years to replace this haggard slogan, tried and...you guessed it...FAILED. so tonight i try again: feast your eyes on...
"When you fail: get back up, dust yourself off & do something else you know you can't complete...for fun."
no good? shit, i knew it. okay, try this one on for size...
"When you fail: give the fuck up and get plastered!"
okay, ALMOST there but almost only counts for JACK SHIT...almost is a prettier word for FAIL.
"When you fail: pull a Ryu and HA-DO-KEN the shit out of whoever or whatever made you fail."
getting better, right? come on, i made a pop-culture reference and added a dash of violence! no good? fine.
"When you fail: eatt shit, die, get ressurected and pass judgement on everyone else."
oops! a bit sacreligious i assume. too bad, the freedom of speech goes hand in hand with offensive references, profanities, violence, sex, drug use and the letter "F & U" and the number "13".
i think this time i may have an answer, or at least, my favorite remastered version of the words of wisdom.
"When you fail: don't be shocked, don't give up but try something a little more your league."
see! it's vaguely positive, lacks violence/sex/profanity/offensive language/drug use.
all i'm really getting to is the idea that failing isn't as bad as everyone makes it out to be. without failure there is no victory. the balance of the world is inevitable.
good & evil. happy & sad. sour & sweet. failure & triumph.
personally, i don't buy into religious books and their delightful tales of poorly drawn characters who listen to the wizard of oz, or at least the man behind the curtain. it's not that i'm agnostic or an atheist. i'm a realist.
plain. simple. not buying the scriptures. not preaching the "good word". just a realist.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Wasted Talent
someone asked me why there hasn't been a post since the last big judeo-chrisitan, holes in the hands blow-out special.
easy answer: i'm lazy and was doing more people watching than actual writing...sad but true.
with that expreessed and imprinted on the small amount of naked flesh left on the web, i can now venture forward into the next slab of textual retardation that will now follow:
THE COLLECTIVE INTELLIGENCE OF RICHMOND VIRGINIA IS FAILING.
when you work at a HUB of travel, where the people flow through your city like an unwanted heavy period, you tend to keep several notebooks and scratch pads of observations that detail the ridiculous portraits of these walking ejaculations...moving punchlines in suits and haggard casual wear. however, in the grand scheme of things at the HUB, the employees are the embodiment of what is indeed wrong with the fucking world.
baggage chuckers (handlers implies care for the bags, so fuck that), gate workers, gift shop peddlers, pilots, flight attendants (those pretentious nom whores [men & women]), skycaps, rental car desk cunts, etc. the people who are depraved enough to work in an airport are the darkest, sickest and most unbalanced pricks on the face of the earth. all of these people are the ones put into circulation to fuck your travel package into a bloody mess and potentially give your would-be happy memories a chronic case of memory AIDS. what should've been happy thoughts are now, no doubt, images of faces you'd absolutely love to beat the immortal shit out of. airports feed off of misery, depression, just missed boarding rituals and the ever present stench of babbling children shoveling stale animal crackers into their non stop talking chatter holes, while the so called parents are dicking around on their blackberries instead of keeping their mentally challenged-walking wasted potential from getting shredded into taco cheese by the escalators.
annoying children are only half of the problem people, their "parents" are the hot zone for shitty attitudes, poor home training and lack of respect & fear of strangers. what ever happened to parents scaring the next generation into a state of perpetual paranoia by telling them that "strangers will snatch you up and fucking kill you"?!
public places, as we all know, are full of elightenment and danger. its a 50-50 shot of having a boss-as-fuck memory made OR being traumatized beyond all recognition.
so, when you come to richmond virginia, with your kids, remember this:
WE ARE NOT GETTING PAID TO WATCH YOUR WALKING TAX RETURNS.
IT IS YOUR JOB TO PROTECT YOUR CHILD FROM BODY SNATCHERS.
OUR AIRPORT IS NOT GOING TO BE THE SCENE OF A CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION.
YOU ARE NOT REALLY WELCOME, WE JUST LIKE MONEY, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
easy answer: i'm lazy and was doing more people watching than actual writing...sad but true.
with that expreessed and imprinted on the small amount of naked flesh left on the web, i can now venture forward into the next slab of textual retardation that will now follow:
THE COLLECTIVE INTELLIGENCE OF RICHMOND VIRGINIA IS FAILING.
when you work at a HUB of travel, where the people flow through your city like an unwanted heavy period, you tend to keep several notebooks and scratch pads of observations that detail the ridiculous portraits of these walking ejaculations...moving punchlines in suits and haggard casual wear. however, in the grand scheme of things at the HUB, the employees are the embodiment of what is indeed wrong with the fucking world.
baggage chuckers (handlers implies care for the bags, so fuck that), gate workers, gift shop peddlers, pilots, flight attendants (those pretentious nom whores [men & women]), skycaps, rental car desk cunts, etc. the people who are depraved enough to work in an airport are the darkest, sickest and most unbalanced pricks on the face of the earth. all of these people are the ones put into circulation to fuck your travel package into a bloody mess and potentially give your would-be happy memories a chronic case of memory AIDS. what should've been happy thoughts are now, no doubt, images of faces you'd absolutely love to beat the immortal shit out of. airports feed off of misery, depression, just missed boarding rituals and the ever present stench of babbling children shoveling stale animal crackers into their non stop talking chatter holes, while the so called parents are dicking around on their blackberries instead of keeping their mentally challenged-walking wasted potential from getting shredded into taco cheese by the escalators.
annoying children are only half of the problem people, their "parents" are the hot zone for shitty attitudes, poor home training and lack of respect & fear of strangers. what ever happened to parents scaring the next generation into a state of perpetual paranoia by telling them that "strangers will snatch you up and fucking kill you"?!
public places, as we all know, are full of elightenment and danger. its a 50-50 shot of having a boss-as-fuck memory made OR being traumatized beyond all recognition.
so, when you come to richmond virginia, with your kids, remember this:
WE ARE NOT GETTING PAID TO WATCH YOUR WALKING TAX RETURNS.
IT IS YOUR JOB TO PROTECT YOUR CHILD FROM BODY SNATCHERS.
OUR AIRPORT IS NOT GOING TO BE THE SCENE OF A CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION.
YOU ARE NOT REALLY WELCOME, WE JUST LIKE MONEY, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
"Yeah, I Absolutely Went There"
so i had this epic thought to write a rhyme about jesus being a thug as motherfucker who ran galilee like a pure pimp. so where we go...
lemme spit a rhyme about my boy christ jeezy
rolling like a pimp in the spot of galilee
handed me a jug filled to the top with water
turned it dark red, fucking merlot made to order
he copped some bread and shit load of fishes
dropped it on the table screaming "eat up bitches!"
he came correct with the grub and the drinking
said "careful of mary, yo her pussy always stinking"
oh holy night, peep c jeezy's light
cruising in a drop top bumping that 2 pac
thats how we repping in calvary
tripping like a villian while we spilling the juice
c jeez acting crazy letting the DJ abuse
the party was jumping, the apostles were wasted
in rolls pontius & judas elated
the jeez flipped the script and blasted these bitches
gripped on his steel, 20 clip, leaving glitches
the duo was wigging, laying on their spines
drink a cup, throw it up, party like it's tripple 0-9
oh holy night, peep c jeezy's light
crusing in a drop top bumping that 2 pac
thats how we repping in calvary
early in the morning the spot was still popping
every last disciple was crunk, pop locking
the bottles never emptied due to the messiah
everybody blowing smoke, getting high in golgotha
shitfaced like motherfucker, shutter shades on our faces
c jeez and his people went back to their places
it was a crazy ass night in the dope ass hood of galilee
every night is christmas night, so lets wile out, its BYOB
oh holy night, peep c jeezy's light
crusing in a drop top bumping that 2 pac
thats how we repping in calvary
lemme spit a rhyme about my boy christ jeezy
rolling like a pimp in the spot of galilee
handed me a jug filled to the top with water
turned it dark red, fucking merlot made to order
he copped some bread and shit load of fishes
dropped it on the table screaming "eat up bitches!"
he came correct with the grub and the drinking
said "careful of mary, yo her pussy always stinking"
oh holy night, peep c jeezy's light
cruising in a drop top bumping that 2 pac
thats how we repping in calvary
tripping like a villian while we spilling the juice
c jeez acting crazy letting the DJ abuse
the party was jumping, the apostles were wasted
in rolls pontius & judas elated
the jeez flipped the script and blasted these bitches
gripped on his steel, 20 clip, leaving glitches
the duo was wigging, laying on their spines
drink a cup, throw it up, party like it's tripple 0-9
oh holy night, peep c jeezy's light
crusing in a drop top bumping that 2 pac
thats how we repping in calvary
early in the morning the spot was still popping
every last disciple was crunk, pop locking
the bottles never emptied due to the messiah
everybody blowing smoke, getting high in golgotha
shitfaced like motherfucker, shutter shades on our faces
c jeez and his people went back to their places
it was a crazy ass night in the dope ass hood of galilee
every night is christmas night, so lets wile out, its BYOB
oh holy night, peep c jeezy's light
crusing in a drop top bumping that 2 pac
thats how we repping in calvary
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
"A Broken Bottle Admission"
something in the air is clawing and digging at my brain
i can't help but feel like falling from the scaffold of your name
so here we stand on this battlefield we've made
trying to grip my hands around your vile 3 worded phrase
i need an escape from this place, this annihilation
so the shadows pull me, steal the air i'm breathing, forever sealing up my fate
all i need is a second chance and a dying hope to save me from this
can't it all fade like a lonesome candle flame dancing in the night sky?
there is a monster creeping from inside me, i can't control it, no one can help me
there is a solution, i know what i'm doing, there is no solution, what am i doing?!
the battle rages - i'm in the midst of - my own victory - i must destroy "me"
this battle rages
the battle rages - for my freedom - i will not lose me
i can not allow this horror a win over me, i can not allow this horror a win over me
this spartan stands alone
there is a monster creeping from inside me, i can't control it, no one can help me
there is a solution, i know what i'm doing, there is no solution, what am i doing?!
so if there's a second chance out there, i will find it i swear, i will find it i swear
and nothing will hold me back again, never again, never again
there is a monster creeping from inside me, i can't control it, no one can help me
there is a solution, i know what i'm doing, there is no solution, what am i doing?!
i will hold my own in this battle thats raging, i will hold my own again and again
i can't help but feel like falling from the scaffold of your name
so here we stand on this battlefield we've made
trying to grip my hands around your vile 3 worded phrase
i need an escape from this place, this annihilation
so the shadows pull me, steal the air i'm breathing, forever sealing up my fate
all i need is a second chance and a dying hope to save me from this
can't it all fade like a lonesome candle flame dancing in the night sky?
there is a monster creeping from inside me, i can't control it, no one can help me
there is a solution, i know what i'm doing, there is no solution, what am i doing?!
the battle rages - i'm in the midst of - my own victory - i must destroy "me"
this battle rages
the battle rages - for my freedom - i will not lose me
i can not allow this horror a win over me, i can not allow this horror a win over me
this spartan stands alone
there is a monster creeping from inside me, i can't control it, no one can help me
there is a solution, i know what i'm doing, there is no solution, what am i doing?!
so if there's a second chance out there, i will find it i swear, i will find it i swear
and nothing will hold me back again, never again, never again
there is a monster creeping from inside me, i can't control it, no one can help me
there is a solution, i know what i'm doing, there is no solution, what am i doing?!
i will hold my own in this battle thats raging, i will hold my own again and again
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
"The Sad Reality Of Social Network Retards"
So i recently posted something on a social network site and it appears to have struck several nerves and made at least 3 more enemies for me...im not surprised and frankly im in a state of epic bliss over it.
Some infantile, pathetic, ridiculous and downright atrocious twats came together to bash me for what they assumed was my insight on faith, or the lackluster use of it. I didnt white-wash someone's view on faith or try to deny someone the rite to believe in what the fuck ever they want to believe, i merely stated that clinging to faith to get answers or solve problems is unintelligent.
With that said, i frankly dont care what you believe or have faith in, UNLESS its facism, i absolutely hate anti-semetic nazi punk fucktards who love the shit out of the ideals put into play by a guy wanted to build a world of people who he didnt even resemble. Fuck hitler and all his little backwoods, inbred, all-but-one tooth missing redneck motherfuckers.
The ring leader of this little get together of tiny minds has no room in any world to talk shit to me considering said person has already broken at least one of the "oh so precious" commandments they hold so fucking dear. 7th day church retards like this are growing in numbers and ruining the world of tomorrow.
How can you talk faith when you covet thy neighbor's anything?! Really, who are you to get theological and beat a dead horse when you have already failed in your own belief system? How? I somehow doubt that knowingly fucking up, in that aspect of life, is without punishment. Willingly doing your god an injustice sounds like a reason to give the finger to your arguement.
In closing i am open to hearing about ALMOST any religious view. I will sit through the jib jab about holy icons and the rules & regulations you buy into.
I WILL NOT BE TALKED DOWN TO BY SOME PART TIME BELIEVER WHO IS ALREADY FUCKING UP IN THEIR FAITH, WILLINGLY DOING THE SHIT YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DOING.
IT IS NO SURPRISE THIS "PERSON" IS A WHITE PERSON. IMAGINE THAT, A WHITE HYPOCRITE SHOOTING OFF THEIR MOUTH.
The Truth In Human Life...
I was exposed to Escape The Fate long before Ronnie Radke was locked up on pill abuse/self defense-manslaughter charges, given that Ronnie, who is a lyrical phenom, gave me a serious set of words to live by:
Oh, I hate to be the one to bear the bad news . Yes, it is true
I finally fell in love. I fell so hard that I'm killing myself
Yes, I need out. Out of this grave this grave that I've dug.
And all the friends that I have gone through,
And how much I deserve the pain. It's a shame.
So hold your head, Hold it up high, Here's to the friends that were alibis.
Keep this close by your side, When I come home we will have our night.
i am in love with music, in most every form it takes. i enjoy pain, pleasure, and everything in between. i am a music slut; to say the least. with that said, let me continue..
Oh, they always told me I was gorgeous in a way, And that fateful day I found who I was , So fill this hole with my prescriptions , I just keep feeding my addictions, And all the friends that I have gone through, And how much I deserve the pain, It's a shame.
So hold your head, Hold it up high, Here's to the friends that were alibis
Keep this close by your side, When I come home we will have our night , We will have our night.
You were the ones that stood by my side, whoa, And I was the one that fought all of your fight. Go!
(Hold your head, hold it up high) Whoa
(Keep this close by your side) Whoa
So hold your head, Hold it high. Here's to the friends that were alibis.
Keep this close by your side, When I come home we will have our night
Hold your head. Hold it up high Here's to the friends that were alibis.
Keep this close by your side. When I come home we will have our night
Hold your head. Hold it up high.
Here's to the friends that were alibis
Keep this close by your side.
When I come home we will have our night, We will have our night.
i am an addict. i drink too much, i long to be on stage, however i'm not good enough, i dont deserve it. i am an addict who lacks the depth of a kiddie pool. so with that said, i give mad, insane props to Justin Millers, Charlie Coker, Steve Coker, Edddie Shaw, Andrew Peters and the ghost of Spooky's Past.
i am a binge drinker who wishes to remain fucked-up beyond all recognition. i have been blessed with all the epic moments i have encountered thus far and i love every seond of it.
BIG STEVE & MOMM STEVE: you are a god (godess) amongst men and women: you lived the dream, built a family, kept the dream alive and inspired a new (mentally challenged and down-right perverse) group of misfits who would change RICHMOND, VIRGINIA, for all it was worth, you're worth the world and then some, to say thw ABSOLUTE VERY LEAST.
STEVE & CHARIE: the 2 of you have made my life a dream: you 2 worked so hard you should've been negro's picking cotton in georgia. you are the best brothers i have ever known. i love you both more than you know. steve-o, big up's to you for turning down a bong hit from Lamb Of God's guitarist: you dropped the goggles on a national act with NO PREDJUDICE...that was so f*cking epic i cant even understand it...you are TOO cool for school. f*ck Varina!!!
Andrew Peters: you have become the best drummer i have ever known. you kicked your own ass in several directions just so you could make OUR cd the best it ould be. for that i thank you forever. you went into the studio and made magic happen in more ways than 1. sam was a fag and yet with that in that mind, you destroyed that f*cking studio in a way that that NO ONE can un-do...fuck those other drummers, they can suck it!!!
Eddie Shaw: you are the reason I started looking into vocal harmonies... i woul've never thought of harmonies if it wasn't for you. you a true vocal american hero. i can growl/scream/squeel my ass off. however a true vocalist to ACCUALTY SING...! So with that said, i, PAUL L JOHNSON, do giver praise to EDWARD SHAW for your epic vocal ability... Evlis meeets the dude from Atreyu...no one can lose with that combination.
My Name is PAUL L JOHNSON & I WISH ALL EVERYONE MENTIONED THE BEST. I HOPE EVEYONE THE BEST.
PS: I AM ALL ABOUT DIRT POPPING' BEATS THATS MAKE YOU WANNA DANCE.
Oh, I hate to be the one to bear the bad news . Yes, it is true
I finally fell in love. I fell so hard that I'm killing myself
Yes, I need out. Out of this grave this grave that I've dug.
And all the friends that I have gone through,
And how much I deserve the pain. It's a shame.
So hold your head, Hold it up high, Here's to the friends that were alibis.
Keep this close by your side, When I come home we will have our night.
i am in love with music, in most every form it takes. i enjoy pain, pleasure, and everything in between. i am a music slut; to say the least. with that said, let me continue..
Oh, they always told me I was gorgeous in a way, And that fateful day I found who I was , So fill this hole with my prescriptions , I just keep feeding my addictions, And all the friends that I have gone through, And how much I deserve the pain, It's a shame.
So hold your head, Hold it up high, Here's to the friends that were alibis
Keep this close by your side, When I come home we will have our night , We will have our night.
You were the ones that stood by my side, whoa, And I was the one that fought all of your fight. Go!
(Hold your head, hold it up high) Whoa
(Keep this close by your side) Whoa
So hold your head, Hold it high. Here's to the friends that were alibis.
Keep this close by your side, When I come home we will have our night
Hold your head. Hold it up high Here's to the friends that were alibis.
Keep this close by your side. When I come home we will have our night
Hold your head. Hold it up high.
Here's to the friends that were alibis
Keep this close by your side.
When I come home we will have our night, We will have our night.
i am an addict. i drink too much, i long to be on stage, however i'm not good enough, i dont deserve it. i am an addict who lacks the depth of a kiddie pool. so with that said, i give mad, insane props to Justin Millers, Charlie Coker, Steve Coker, Edddie Shaw, Andrew Peters and the ghost of Spooky's Past.
i am a binge drinker who wishes to remain fucked-up beyond all recognition. i have been blessed with all the epic moments i have encountered thus far and i love every seond of it.
BIG STEVE & MOMM STEVE: you are a god (godess) amongst men and women: you lived the dream, built a family, kept the dream alive and inspired a new (mentally challenged and down-right perverse) group of misfits who would change RICHMOND, VIRGINIA, for all it was worth, you're worth the world and then some, to say thw ABSOLUTE VERY LEAST.
STEVE & CHARIE: the 2 of you have made my life a dream: you 2 worked so hard you should've been negro's picking cotton in georgia. you are the best brothers i have ever known. i love you both more than you know. steve-o, big up's to you for turning down a bong hit from Lamb Of God's guitarist: you dropped the goggles on a national act with NO PREDJUDICE...that was so f*cking epic i cant even understand it...you are TOO cool for school. f*ck Varina!!!
Andrew Peters: you have become the best drummer i have ever known. you kicked your own ass in several directions just so you could make OUR cd the best it ould be. for that i thank you forever. you went into the studio and made magic happen in more ways than 1. sam was a fag and yet with that in that mind, you destroyed that f*cking studio in a way that that NO ONE can un-do...fuck those other drummers, they can suck it!!!
Eddie Shaw: you are the reason I started looking into vocal harmonies... i woul've never thought of harmonies if it wasn't for you. you a true vocal american hero. i can growl/scream/squeel my ass off. however a true vocalist to ACCUALTY SING...! So with that said, i, PAUL L JOHNSON, do giver praise to EDWARD SHAW for your epic vocal ability... Evlis meeets the dude from Atreyu...no one can lose with that combination.
My Name is PAUL L JOHNSON & I WISH ALL EVERYONE MENTIONED THE BEST. I HOPE EVEYONE THE BEST.
PS: I AM ALL ABOUT DIRT POPPING' BEATS THATS MAKE YOU WANNA DANCE.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
"Kissing Eternity"
so as a child the thought of forever was a bold and mind-blowing concept to me, it was indeed a frightening realization that you can concieve time beyond all means. there is something definite about staring into the face of a clock and knowing what time it is, what time it isn't and when your time will end. death is a certainty that all people should and will eventually know. the final dirt-nap at the end of a, long and sometimes, painful journey through this shit-hole we have entitled "life". we are all caught up in the everyday bullshit and drama that we forget, so easily, the concrete stupidity of existance.
i guess what i'm trying to say is we, as hedonistic beings for the most part, have forgotten what it is to be COMPLETELY HEDONISTIC. desire, lust, destruction, chaos, beauty, forgiveness, damnation...all of this has been lost on the deaf ears of the mass retardation of the people we call family, friends & "people". the true essence of hedonism is indulging in anything and everything simply for the sheer pleasure of experiencing what you have yet to experience or enjoy. going above and beyond for the sake of being enveloped in ecstacy...happiness...orgasm...absolutely unadulterated bliss.
HEDOMISM IS ALIVE AND WELL IN THE HEART OF THE INDUSTRIAL MASSES.
body paint. vinyl. prosthetics. hair extentions. sexuality at large. bass beats that grudge fuck your lungs to death, back into ressurection, and then back to death again. dancing under black lights to synthetic music that makes you wish your entire soul was in flames and giving the finger to anyone with a water-hose. delights in electrical tape, PVC, too tall boots, beautiful hair products, body suspension and blood...LOTS AND LOTS OF BLOOD. the hedonists of today do not bend tover backwards to please the zombified salarymen who slave over IKEA desks under flourescent in front of mass produced cheap IBM based computers doing payroll reports and crunching numbers for child fucking CEO's who hide themselves from their cookie-cutter wives with fake tits and ill behaved children.
HEDONISM IS A GATEWAY TO KNOWING THAT YOUR ENTIRE WORLD IS A HEARTLESS, SOUL-LESS, PUNCHLINE OF THE SOCIETY THAT YOU WOULD NORMALLY LONG TO BE A PART OF, A WORLD YOU WOULD SELL YOUR ESSENCE JUST TO BELONG TO.
if you're ideal state of being is to be a cog in the corperate machine you should make the long trip in time to when dr. kevorkian was at his prime, putting sad, pathetic, walking abortions in the dirt with the help of ketamine and cyanide. he was a visionary, a true miracle worker in the same rite as salvador dahli, hunter s thompson and gg alan.
i wish to extend my mediocre thanks to the industrial waste of today: you're lust for the macabre, darkened, bizarre, outrageous, stunning, disgusting and absolutely amazing is a monumental strike at the fucked up waste of time this country has bludgeoned into the soft melons of the autism stricken dipshits that we call our government employees, co-workers, neighbors, friends and enemies.
thank all of you wonderful freaks for your insight, atrosities, moving performance art, religious denominations and lack of compassion for people who put themselves in a place to be made the ass end of jokes that aren't so much funny as they are true.
i would like to give a special thanks to Dax Riggs & Beth Strange. you are my true american heroes.
i guess what i'm trying to say is we, as hedonistic beings for the most part, have forgotten what it is to be COMPLETELY HEDONISTIC. desire, lust, destruction, chaos, beauty, forgiveness, damnation...all of this has been lost on the deaf ears of the mass retardation of the people we call family, friends & "people". the true essence of hedonism is indulging in anything and everything simply for the sheer pleasure of experiencing what you have yet to experience or enjoy. going above and beyond for the sake of being enveloped in ecstacy...happiness...orgasm...absolutely unadulterated bliss.
HEDOMISM IS ALIVE AND WELL IN THE HEART OF THE INDUSTRIAL MASSES.
body paint. vinyl. prosthetics. hair extentions. sexuality at large. bass beats that grudge fuck your lungs to death, back into ressurection, and then back to death again. dancing under black lights to synthetic music that makes you wish your entire soul was in flames and giving the finger to anyone with a water-hose. delights in electrical tape, PVC, too tall boots, beautiful hair products, body suspension and blood...LOTS AND LOTS OF BLOOD. the hedonists of today do not bend tover backwards to please the zombified salarymen who slave over IKEA desks under flourescent in front of mass produced cheap IBM based computers doing payroll reports and crunching numbers for child fucking CEO's who hide themselves from their cookie-cutter wives with fake tits and ill behaved children.
HEDONISM IS A GATEWAY TO KNOWING THAT YOUR ENTIRE WORLD IS A HEARTLESS, SOUL-LESS, PUNCHLINE OF THE SOCIETY THAT YOU WOULD NORMALLY LONG TO BE A PART OF, A WORLD YOU WOULD SELL YOUR ESSENCE JUST TO BELONG TO.
if you're ideal state of being is to be a cog in the corperate machine you should make the long trip in time to when dr. kevorkian was at his prime, putting sad, pathetic, walking abortions in the dirt with the help of ketamine and cyanide. he was a visionary, a true miracle worker in the same rite as salvador dahli, hunter s thompson and gg alan.
i wish to extend my mediocre thanks to the industrial waste of today: you're lust for the macabre, darkened, bizarre, outrageous, stunning, disgusting and absolutely amazing is a monumental strike at the fucked up waste of time this country has bludgeoned into the soft melons of the autism stricken dipshits that we call our government employees, co-workers, neighbors, friends and enemies.
thank all of you wonderful freaks for your insight, atrosities, moving performance art, religious denominations and lack of compassion for people who put themselves in a place to be made the ass end of jokes that aren't so much funny as they are true.
i would like to give a special thanks to Dax Riggs & Beth Strange. you are my true american heroes.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
"White Girl: Shut Your Mouth!"
if you have a Facebook page and wish to express your mind freely, please do so, ON YOUR OWN PAGE! if you don't like my post, picture or status please SHUT THE FUCK UP FOREVER!
i don't care if you don't like my favorite movies, cd's, books, groups etc. you can choke on a donkey dick for all i care. if you have something to say, explain it to the fullest, with facts and reviews, and i MAY consider it, otherwise SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DIE! you are not a music/movie/book critic and no one cares what you have to say...in ANY shape, form or fashion.
you are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world and no one wants you to be alive. fuck off.
with that said, i am in no way ignoring the opinions of the masses, i enjoy debate in any form. however, I DO NOT listen to the stupidity of over-weight white girls with a GED or a diploma. just because you and john mc-cain share a love of fucking people out of equal rights doesn't mean i give a flying fuck, a rat's ass or 2 squirts of duck shit what you have to say about the world today, considering you have no idea who Hunter S. Thompson is, what he wrote about and what he was. you are a walking abortion who should be executed by samurai katana squad with EXTREME predjudice.
FUCK YOU AND YOUR REBUBLICAN VALUES, YOU ARE A JOKE AMONGST PUNCH LINES!
when i post a a photo of a FICTIONAL CHARACTER, it is not your AMERICAN duty to make a comment. if i want to show a picture of a feamle that i find attractive, it is not your job to say "that movie was garbage". who the fuck are you to judge a movie?! are you a PROFESSIONAL movie critic? NO! you are a fat assed stupid, walking cunt drip of a white girl. you are a self proclaimed flick critic. get bend fat white cunt, go back in time and get swallowed by the whore you call a mother! you should really consider drinking bleach like shots of grey goose. you are the reason scientists created birth control.
if you have a problem with my views, FUCK OFF!
if you don't like my photos, TURN YOUR EYES!
if you have something to say about what i post on facebook...EAT A FUCKING DICK AND CHOKE ON THE SPERM THAT WILL FILL YOUR THROAT....YOU ARE A STUPID CUNT!
i love free speech but i WILL NOT stand for some stupid, uninformed backwooods redneck, family fucking whore, making retarded comments on my posts.
GET A FUCKING LIFE YOU IGNORANT FUCKSTICK DRIP, YOU ARE LESS THAN WANTED IN THE COLLECTIVE EXISTANCE OF THE WORLD TODAY! YOU LACK THE DEPTH OF A KIDDIE POOL!
i am not afraid to name names, so let me say without predjudice, HOLLY PORCH, YOU CAN KILL YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SELF....TWICE, THREE TIMES IF YOUR SLUT GUT CAN HANDLE IT!!!
if you don't like it, dont comment on it.
if you are oppossed, ignore it completely.
if you don't like what i say, unfriend me.
if you are offended, get a fucking grip.
suck it, fuck it, ignore it, forget it.
BUY THE TICKET, TAKE THE RIDE!!!!
i don't care if you don't like my favorite movies, cd's, books, groups etc. you can choke on a donkey dick for all i care. if you have something to say, explain it to the fullest, with facts and reviews, and i MAY consider it, otherwise SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DIE! you are not a music/movie/book critic and no one cares what you have to say...in ANY shape, form or fashion.
you are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world and no one wants you to be alive. fuck off.
with that said, i am in no way ignoring the opinions of the masses, i enjoy debate in any form. however, I DO NOT listen to the stupidity of over-weight white girls with a GED or a diploma. just because you and john mc-cain share a love of fucking people out of equal rights doesn't mean i give a flying fuck, a rat's ass or 2 squirts of duck shit what you have to say about the world today, considering you have no idea who Hunter S. Thompson is, what he wrote about and what he was. you are a walking abortion who should be executed by samurai katana squad with EXTREME predjudice.
FUCK YOU AND YOUR REBUBLICAN VALUES, YOU ARE A JOKE AMONGST PUNCH LINES!
when i post a a photo of a FICTIONAL CHARACTER, it is not your AMERICAN duty to make a comment. if i want to show a picture of a feamle that i find attractive, it is not your job to say "that movie was garbage". who the fuck are you to judge a movie?! are you a PROFESSIONAL movie critic? NO! you are a fat assed stupid, walking cunt drip of a white girl. you are a self proclaimed flick critic. get bend fat white cunt, go back in time and get swallowed by the whore you call a mother! you should really consider drinking bleach like shots of grey goose. you are the reason scientists created birth control.
if you have a problem with my views, FUCK OFF!
if you don't like my photos, TURN YOUR EYES!
if you have something to say about what i post on facebook...EAT A FUCKING DICK AND CHOKE ON THE SPERM THAT WILL FILL YOUR THROAT....YOU ARE A STUPID CUNT!
i love free speech but i WILL NOT stand for some stupid, uninformed backwooods redneck, family fucking whore, making retarded comments on my posts.
GET A FUCKING LIFE YOU IGNORANT FUCKSTICK DRIP, YOU ARE LESS THAN WANTED IN THE COLLECTIVE EXISTANCE OF THE WORLD TODAY! YOU LACK THE DEPTH OF A KIDDIE POOL!
i am not afraid to name names, so let me say without predjudice, HOLLY PORCH, YOU CAN KILL YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SELF....TWICE, THREE TIMES IF YOUR SLUT GUT CAN HANDLE IT!!!
if you don't like it, dont comment on it.
if you are oppossed, ignore it completely.
if you don't like what i say, unfriend me.
if you are offended, get a fucking grip.
suck it, fuck it, ignore it, forget it.
BUY THE TICKET, TAKE THE RIDE!!!!
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