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Vulgar
written by Genocide Reaper05:20 AM 8/8/04| I beat myself in the head with my fist, all this agony growing inside around my ribs like a syst..Oh Fucking Hell.. I hope this isn't love. I soak some bread in my blood. I send you a bite, maybe you'll grow black wings to take flight. Now a question from my Psychotic Sponser. (???) Do you like Bleeding of the Vaginal area? Do you like critera of the Unclean Era? If so. Come on down, join the Band. We'll show you just how Insane you can be!...Now a few words from me to the Group that forces the conformity. I won't give my Life to you. I won't break my black heart in two. I don't like the sight of you. I wish I was there when you came down with Hypothermia and nearly died... Sensetive Area of the human G-Nome. Cryptic area of the Psyche which we explore on. I like bloody pussy. Yes, I like violence. And Bio-Chemical warfare sounds cute.. I do wish all of those Christians were Mute. I wish the Aethist were dead. I can't help these things I feel. So I'll try to remember how much of me is Real.. Now, a word from our Father......Don't give up.. Fight until Death.. Only the Strong Survive. Now, a word from Your lover... I Sucked off this poet, he ate my bloody pussy, so I purred.. You just didn't have it in you.. Like he had it in Me...Oooo.. Low shot, you couldn't block, time to turn and look at the clock, One hand strikes...TWO your Heart.. Its falling apart.. Like a Ancient letter. Dried up, Withering like a Plucked flower, just your luck.. I fucked your Woman.. Just your Day... I got some Play.. Heres a Term.. Blood taste Delicous, Hot, Cum from a Pussy is, relentless.. I hope my Vulgar display here was good for you. I hope my insane Rambleing was True enough. I hope the Dope you smoked was enough to make you choke. I hope the herb you deserve was so good it kicked your mind to the curb... Infecious, detection of feeling up a Skirt, reaching for that G-string. Let me Roll a few fingers over that, moist thing. How about, one here, one there, inside of that tight snare? Heres a few thoughts. Heres a few Shots. My fingers, digging in, my thumb stumbling around the clit, and in all this motion, comes a warm flood, I almost forgot, its that time. Thats right I can smell a little blood, feel to. Maybe I should still a little for later.. I'll just take it all now.. She's got more for some other time. For, my next crime.. I hope my obscenity agrees with my Vanity. I hope you like my Insanity...Gotta go fuck you know. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by psycho_bunny (8-8-2004 - 07:52 AM)
| the title is true to the poem...
yet you somehow make it less vulgar by the way you write it.
Still...
lol, you have issues...
not that I should be the one judgeing. |
by SuperBob (8-8-2004 - 07:47 PM)
| psycho bunny is right you make it less vulgar by the way that you write it...but still....i didnt find it all that vulgar...kinda intriguing actually....meh |
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