"You work for us now!"
"Oh, I do? Then fire me!"
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Lovely watchers
Evidence of my clubwhoreosity:


SordomudoSoy tan nervioso como un raton Y tan calma como un arbol viejo.Sordomudo
Soy tan grande como el cielo Y tan pequeño como un florita al bajo de.
Soy tan negra como la noche Y tan blanca como la leche.
Soy tan suave como un sueño
Y tan dura como un montaña.


rainbows run on rainy daysIf I could, I'd fill a book with your charms, and they would present themselves in such colors as had never been seen;rainbows run on rainy days
I'd cram it into a shoebox and shake it and let it rot into dust;
Crush it, dry it, just-add-water and pour them into an empty root beer bottle;
Smash it against a wall and watch the glass shatter and colors run down in rivulets like blood and lemonade and blue-raspberry-Kool-Aid;
Watch your true colors drip-drip-dripping down the wall to the floor and pooling at my feet and between my toes;
Start to run and let all of it peel off with each step, feel them s


A Tasteless MockeryMy eyes are like your inkwells Inkwells filled with black Ink. Filled. Your ink. Because when my inkwells overflow And black tears of despair gush down my cheeks And onto the bloody marks on my arms These black mourning tears Of grief They are for YOU!!!!!A Tasteless Mockery
On the surface of Each tear I can see the image Of a place I only find in my Nightmarish, you-riddled dreams -
A field of black roses. I walk in these Roses of Doom and despair And feel their Memories of heartbreak Rub onto me.
In the field

| I like: bright color, boobs, shy boys, ice cream, 99.9 KISW, Monty Python's Flying Circus, old cars and architecture, playing piano, sexual references, Corona, my Wilson's jacket, rock music, Family Guy, my school, wearing sunglasses, Howard Zinn, singing, everything grapefruit and coffee, Mori no Ike, writing, dairy, eloquent scientists, Fruit Roll-Ups, this ID, peppermint, and meat of any variety but roast beef. I do not like: Pippin, tardiness, hypocrites, shellfish, the Disney Channel, sunburns, assholes and/or dumbfucks, the word "woman," stalkers, protective parents, Mudvayne, John Mayer, Denise Richards, people who use too many exclamation points, "meh" instead of me or my, pussy rock, vegetable fragments or fat chunks in my sausages, :3, nasty bread, romantic comedy soundtracks, dumbasses who think I want to be a part of their religion, the smells of ivy and raw mozerella, and people with no originality. No, I can't wait until I can drink legally. No, it's never too hot to wear black leather. And yes, perhaps my brain has gotten a bit overheated as a result of such. Have a nice day. |
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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...which roughly translates to I want to get into your underpants.
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As far as my lens can go!!!
Please visit my gallery - [link] and tell me something...
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...which roughly translates to I want to get into your underpants.
Thank you.
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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...which roughly translates to I want to get into your underpants.
I'm very pleased you liked it.
(*Peug's gallery is worth visiting!)
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
And thank you for the recommendation. His gallery is beautiful!!
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...which roughly translates to I want to get into your underpants.
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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...which roughly translates to I want to get into your underpants.
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