Week 3 chat and predictions

Witty · 03-15-2014, 03:31 AM

Witty did not no show, Witty lives in Europe and Witty sat up until 7.30am specifically to write for this league, Witty thought he had until 8am but apparently he did not. Witty could have been asleep hours ago and has wasted his time.

She would play her ashiko in that old, smoke filled room, blowing a kiss
Hope still bloomed, beholden in bliss, sippin' on vodka & coke 'til noon
Daytime drinking, but with her every day was playtime, sinking
Into the old battered couch as she continues to play, I'm blinking
The tears betray my stray mind, and give away the way I'm thinking
Is she the one? The lady who beats the drum, can she unfreeze the numb?
Will she be the missing piece to the puzzle and the peace will come?
But what would such a beauty want with a beast? I'm scum
5 days a week I would visit, order a drink, sit and watch her play
Sit in the corner and think, and even if she was missing, my mind played the beat
Then it got to the day, when I plucked up the courage and walked to the stage
Slipped her a little note, my thoughts on a page....fingers crossed, tryna gauge
Whether she felt the same, there's a storm in my mind but her melodies melt the rain
And my hands are shaking, full of a nervous love my extremities can't contain
Her pale complexion, her heavenly voice, with its haunted yet frail inflection
The lines in her face that the pain is etched in, stomach in pain - I'm wrecthin'
Crippled by nerves as the music ends, I see her walk over to her group of friends
She didn't even look at me, my mind rattles as the screws come loose again..
STUPID TRAMP!
WHAT I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH??...KEEP PARTYING....OOH YEAH, YOU CAN DANCE!!!
YOU GOT ME FEELING LIKE A RETARD AGAIN, THIS VODKA GOT MY MOOD ENHANCED
LETS SEE HOW BIG YOUR SMILE IS WHEN I CUT YOUR THROAT AND REMOVE YOUR PANTS
LET'S PLAY A GAME...THE WINNER GETS TO WALK AWAY ALIVE AND THE LOSER CAN'T
I wait outside until this hoe appears, take a quick check to see if the coast is clear
Grab her by the throat, and with a dry tone whisper 'didn't you like the note my dear?'
I punch her in the stomach, snap her neck, rape her and leave her a battered wreck
Lay her down in an alley and give her cheek a battered peck...
Am I psycho? A lunatic? A mad man? I was in a blind rage I was numb
And as I walked away that day, I smiled...as my mind played to her drum.

03-15-2014, 03:31 AM	#11
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,978 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 85235118	Witty did not no show, Witty lives in Europe and Witty sat up until 7.30am specifically to write for this league, Witty thought he had until 8am but apparently he did not. Witty could have been asleep hours ago and has wasted his time. She would play her ashiko in that old, smoke filled room, blowing a kiss Hope still bloomed, beholden in bliss, sippin' on vodka & coke 'til noon Daytime drinking, but with her every day was playtime, sinking Into the old battered couch as she continues to play, I'm blinking The tears betray my stray mind, and give away the way I'm thinking Is she the one? The lady who beats the drum, can she unfreeze the numb? Will she be the missing piece to the puzzle and the peace will come? But what would such a beauty want with a beast? I'm scum 5 days a week I would visit, order a drink, sit and watch her play Sit in the corner and think, and even if she was missing, my mind played the beat Then it got to the day, when I plucked up the courage and walked to the stage Slipped her a little note, my thoughts on a page....fingers crossed, tryna gauge Whether she felt the same, there's a storm in my mind but her melodies melt the rain And my hands are shaking, full of a nervous love my extremities can't contain Her pale complexion, her heavenly voice, with its haunted yet frail inflection The lines in her face that the pain is etched in, stomach in pain - I'm wrecthin' Crippled by nerves as the music ends, I see her walk over to her group of friends She didn't even look at me, my mind rattles as the screws come loose again.. STUPID TRAMP! WHAT I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH??...KEEP PARTYING....OOH YEAH, YOU CAN DANCE!!! YOU GOT ME FEELING LIKE A RETARD AGAIN, THIS VODKA GOT MY MOOD ENHANCED LETS SEE HOW BIG YOUR SMILE IS WHEN I CUT YOUR THROAT AND REMOVE YOUR PANTS LET'S PLAY A GAME...THE WINNER GETS TO WALK AWAY ALIVE AND THE LOSER CAN'T I wait outside until this hoe appears, take a quick check to see if the coast is clear Grab her by the throat, and with a dry tone whisper 'didn't you like the note my dear?' I punch her in the stomach, snap her neck, rape her and leave her a battered wreck Lay her down in an alley and give her cheek a battered peck... Am I psycho? A lunatic? A mad man? I was in a blind rage I was numb And as I walked away that day, I smiled...as my mind played to her drum. __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.