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obsessed
Join Date: Nov 2013
Location: fucka idiyote
Posts: 5,709
Battle Record: Faggot-1
Accomplishments - can recite entirety of shrek 2
Champed - tangoed with spider man behind scenes in spider-man 2
- was candidate for gerber baby 3x
- smush parker like bb comment on instagram saying "u fucka suck idiyote"
- smush beer on head and didn't cry
- parallel parked in between 2 ferrari's in tonky truck once
- when saying pledge of allegiance i said "i don't" lmao deadass bb satan
- won tshirt from taco bell saying "taco cat" is the same backwards for filling out 500 surveys in a
- neighbor house caught on fire i call FIRE department and saved lives, was in newspaper
- set neighbor house on fire lmao
- fuck neighbor husband and wife
- first fish caught resembled david ortiz
- colin kaepernick
- related to genghis khan
- elected assistant to the vice president assistant to the president for regional chess club
- never lost game of hide and seek
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I dont know what I want
surface dwelling alone at the swamp oak in a marsh, soul searching proverbial want more or less spawns of monsters nobody needs you were my star spangled banner. I was taking a knee subterranean breeze, vitamin pond, still smell your perfume every once in a blue, Dahlia Divin creeps in the room black lagoon creature. months of despondent malaise never under the same moon, but always got in your way every constant is change, every constant in chains sheriff to my merits, conversation warranted pain follow the tunnel light or walk amongst shade political topic terrain. a boxer on the ropes you taught me to love; to love to be alone hundred teeth, sunk in deep. rusting at the bone propaganda prone. meditative combative state post traumatic melodic drama copacetic cathartic static momentary sedative saga cautionary tape over skeleton skull in the closet mama said to me never mince words with misses karma megabit verbage. sapient alma. inner trenches of prison velvet and soft linen, cotton henley makeshift pajama couldnt figure you out… kissed crevasses in your skin you were indifferent about awkwardly distant to things that slipped through my mouth look at you now.. blood soaked sinful devout the untolds dripping, gun smoke cigarette clouds love grows thinner when sun strokes negligent doubt what comes, goes hum low under floor boards or they’ll figure us out self destruct sequence, count to zero with me feel your feelings metamorph like metaphors in the breeze i don’t know what i want, just know what i need better go home before I’m awoke and i see you momentary passes, focused entropy seams beams of light bustling through cracks in the stream pockets of time like globules; skip stones in ravine everything’s loud even when the volumes negative three nothing we do can salvage this irreparable dream que pena me da, que lo tienes sentir shouted to leave, as i whispered the please
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precision defender Last edited by big baby; 11-25-2017 at 05:05 PM. |
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