WARNING... seriously tasteless adult content
Pervert.
Maggot
Maggot
Pervert.
Maggot Perverted.
Am I going insane?
Buddy, you’re long gone.
Long-long gone.
So long gone that you don’t even remember how long it’s been gone.
It’s long gone.
You’re long gone.
Grow up
Let go.
Let go,
Let go,
Let go…
It’s the perfect blow job.
Castrated dick.
Dead dick.
Dying dick
Buried and forgotten dick.
Useless, limp, impotent dick.
The cunt of a statue and a limp dick.
Ha
Ha
Haha
The stones fuck.
Maggot
Maggot
Pervert.
Maggot Perverted.
What the fuck?
Am I going insane?
Buddy, you’re long gone.
Long-long gone.
So long gone that you don’t even remember how long it’s been gone.
It’s long gone.
You’re long gone.
Grow up
Let go.
Let go,
Let go,
Let go…
It’s the perfect blow job.
Castrated dick.
Dead dick.
Dying dick
Buried and forgotten dick.
Useless, limp, impotent dick.
(Petrified cunt.)
Statue.The cunt of a statue and a limp dick.
Ha
Ha
Haha
The stones fuck.
The stoned fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
Fuck till you can’t stand.
Till you can’t breathe.
And then maybe,
Maybe, you’ll forget her face
Her warm embrace
Her trembling lips
Her final kiss.
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe not.
Definitely not.
Die,
Instead.
Comments
either way.. you are simply brilliant.
DP: Laugh and wonder, and cringe a little. Maybe stifle some spasms of anger, add in a dash of helplessness and you'll be right where i was while writing this.
Goldfish: I odn't know whether thats a compliment or not. But either way, if you have to worry about being judged on your blog than you're watsing your time keeping it. Seriously, this is the one place where judt don't pretend. You should try it, people are nice. No one judges here, they relate if they can, admire if they understand, and if they don't feel the least bit moved, they quietly close the door as they leave without a word.
Sam: so was what made this take form in my head and pour out my fingers. Thnx:D
It’s the perfect blow job"
haha, thats freaking true! What a line.
Forgetting memories so sweetly painful isn't possible. So don't bother, and let them just eat you.
Sonia
Ozzy: Yes i am. Quite so. The vampire post is in the making. Just like most of my stuff, that too has begun to grow in to a long short story. Lets see how long before i finish it.
Aisha: Damn, i didn't know there was rhythm in it, but hey, if you found it i'm not complaing. Thnx again.
Sonia: They're feasting all right. Wanna be easten together? Lets make it a beach side pinic for the past with us as the main course. If it weren't so macabre i'd probably look forward to it. Heck i look forward to it anyway.
Till then keep loving...
Sonia
i came across a poetry bk once dat had drunken poets published in sum places..(cudnt believe it wz a syllabus book).
those writers neva got their name published tho(explicit content, defamin issues)...
i wud say u were drunk.. drunk intensly... drunk wid frustration n drunk wid anger... drunk wid longevity of sadness... not exactly da cream of poetry, but still who cares for one whn u'r drunk beyond ur limits?