Will Graham's Mind Takes Over

Illume · 04-16-2014, 09:22 PM

Beep beep, theres a chill in the air, want a ride?
Why dont you jump inside? This is my design.
_____

Id drive up to meet her, serenest greens,
Planetary positions and stars in the scene,
Remotest place closest to the cabin I keep,
So I can salvage her cheeks and feed my habit for meat.
Some call it a disease, some call it a sickness,
But I just fuck the bitches, and cut for the twitches.
Orgasmic infliction, screams are conflicted,
Like 'harder, I like this', 'no, wait, I dont like this' ...

Stop I cant take it, you need help, it's too strong,
Ill become this killer if I stay in his mind too long

Fuck you Will, it's time to shit or dance,
Kiss my ass. I know you just came in your pants.

I dont need help, Im God, but the bitch does,
Torture with a flick blade, on to the rip-saw.
I aint a maniac though, no, Im calm and collect,
Sometimes I collect corpses, embalm and reflect,
Hoes I dissect,
Rows, eclectic mixes of skulls I accept,
Leave bodies stripped of their flesh .. just for artist's effect.

This is barborous!
Your catharsis is sick, not harmless.
What are you?

Fuck you Will, I am an artist.
Art is my life, see, and life is my art,
Im alive when I take life back from a beatin heart,
Im black as coal and like money desired and needed,
Bitches are weak, So, what, your power's your penis?
you got mommy issues! No, I dont hate women,
Cannibalism is simply my culinary position.
My sexual preference is mutilated whore,
I like to tear a pussy up ... outside of metaphor.
Before you judge on my lack of smarts or remorse,
Lack of comformist ideals or flack me with force,
Ask me if course is just time and disorder,
If thermodynamics are ordered, if nature is moral?
Ask me if power is weak, if the cosmos is neat,
Ask the bitch on the street if she wants a faggot to keep?
See all you betas cant even strip a bitch of her clothes,
I take the clothes, the skin, the flesh ... and leave a bitch in her bones.

God, this is gross, where did you go?
How did you come to this? Warped outta control?

Fuck you will,
I kill some hoes and Im warped?
What, cause Im a psychopath, whose fetish is corpse?
Read me your forcefeed bullshit, psychoanalytics,
I'll come to your sit-ins just to spit on my critics.
Piss on these bitch tits,
With lipstick for gimmicks.
You may see me as livid,
Im simply acidic,
I will ravage your mind like earthquakes in Pacifics.
You think that Im kiddin?
Say that near the corpse of your kiddy.
Im a prolific visionary,
On apocalytpic mission,
If your vision to it is blary,
See the corpse in your kitchen.

What the fuck did you do?
Youre gonna be sacrificed!
Ill magnify the horrors of everything that you fantasize!
Ill cut out your fuckin .... shhhh shit its my wife ...
Trust me Im through ...

..... dude, dude,
relax with the crazies.
No need to go all rabies when you're around the ladies ..
It's okay, you'll find the blood trail in the hall,
Some brains, entrails, bones in the walls ..
Theres a weapon to dispose .....

Dispose? Fuck yourself!
I wont dispose of a weapon for you, go to hell!

You'd be better to listen to what I tell you to do.

Fuck you, Im through

No fuck you, Will.

It was you.

04-16-2014, 09:22 PM	#1
Illume Senior Member Join Date: Jun 2013 Posts: 145 Rep Power: 671780	Will Graham's Mind Takes Over Beep beep, theres a chill in the air, want a ride? Why dont you jump inside? This is my design. _____ Id drive up to meet her, serenest greens, Planetary positions and stars in the scene, Remotest place closest to the cabin I keep, So I can salvage her cheeks and feed my habit for meat. Some call it a disease, some call it a sickness, But I just fuck the bitches, and cut for the twitches. Orgasmic infliction, screams are conflicted, Like 'harder, I like this', 'no, wait, I dont like this' ... Stop I cant take it, you need help, it's too strong, Ill become this killer if I stay in his mind too long Fuck you Will, it's time to shit or dance, Kiss my ass. I know you just came in your pants. I dont need help, Im God, but the bitch does, Torture with a flick blade, on to the rip-saw. I aint a maniac though, no, Im calm and collect, Sometimes I collect corpses, embalm and reflect, Hoes I dissect, Rows, eclectic mixes of skulls I accept, Leave bodies stripped of their flesh .. just for artist's effect. This is barborous! Your catharsis is sick, not harmless. What are you? Fuck you Will, I am an artist. Art is my life, see, and life is my art, Im alive when I take life back from a beatin heart, Im black as coal and like money desired and needed, Bitches are weak, So, what, your power's your penis? you got mommy issues! No, I dont hate women, Cannibalism is simply my culinary position. My sexual preference is mutilated whore, I like to tear a pussy up ... outside of metaphor. Before you judge on my lack of smarts or remorse, Lack of comformist ideals or flack me with force, Ask me if course is just time and disorder, If thermodynamics are ordered, if nature is moral? Ask me if power is weak, if the cosmos is neat, Ask the bitch on the street if she wants a faggot to keep? See all you betas cant even strip a bitch of her clothes, I take the clothes, the skin, the flesh ... and leave a bitch in her bones. God, this is gross, where did you go? How did you come to this? Warped outta control? Fuck you will, I kill some hoes and Im warped? What, cause Im a psychopath, whose fetish is corpse? Read me your forcefeed bullshit, psychoanalytics, I'll come to your sit-ins just to spit on my critics. Piss on these bitch tits, With lipstick for gimmicks. You may see me as livid, Im simply acidic, I will ravage your mind like earthquakes in Pacifics. You think that Im kiddin? Say that near the corpse of your kiddy. Im a prolific visionary, On apocalytpic mission, If your vision to it is blary, See the corpse in your kitchen. What the fuck did you do? Youre gonna be sacrificed! Ill magnify the horrors of everything that you fantasize! Ill cut out your fuckin .... shhhh shit its my wife ... Trust me Im through ... ..... dude, dude, relax with the crazies. No need to go all rabies when you're around the ladies .. It's okay, you'll find the blood trail in the hall, Some brains, entrails, bones in the walls .. Theres a weapon to dispose ..... Dispose? Fuck yourself! I wont dispose of a weapon for you, go to hell! You'd be better to listen to what I tell you to do. Fuck you, Im through No fuck you, Will. It was you. Last edited by Illume; 04-16-2014 at 10:00 PM.