Solomon Grundy want be superheroI love hating people
Its like I wonder how long i can be this cold
haha
Im cold bitch
cold bitch say no
cold bitch eat superman
and me be superhero
get it?
cold bitch = soloman grundy
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Sleep Through SingingSleep Through SingingSleep Through Singing
Its under the shade, broken up and laid across the ground I'm sleeping all day, standing here boosted upon the mound And with the daylight it sings, The singing machine. In love with the blue light through my window. Its a thing she made A skeleton fronting some charade It's nighttime somewhere, They'd let me live anywhere but there And with the daylight it sings The singing machine In love with the blue light through my window The neighborhood has every kind you can Imagine. The things Don't miss a minute,
by ~road-shanty
It was Cold thereIt was cold thereIt was Cold there
Eric laid coolly across the floor with arms spread and blankets of paper thrown around his shoes. The subway was dimly lit but the walls reflected brighter with each white face; at least that's what Eric imagined. Walls read across the tracks and people shown, North to union station. But just behind him they shown South to Dunlic. The walls never led him once it was the passengers who could show this happy boy which direction was next.
His hands were cold and his old boots lacked insulation. His first cold vacation. The Canadians were gorgeous but that was expecte
by ~road-shanty
Time is a horny old mantime is a horny old manTime is a horny old man
(a really loose sonnet that rhymes if you have my accent )
Each sun shrinks on sands like me. The moons move down to crush men, Mother's beach eats the sea, And my bed will sink by then Nancy will swallow her fist And rake her fingers along Stomach walls for food she kissed, Until the body has gone Could you feel him creep up you His claws both soaked with dust, His fingers with rings gems blue, His horny hands filled with lust He'll find you along moms beach Time invented rape to teach
by ~road-shanty
No Brother will MoanIn each desperate fit, like a brother bemoans Each day you sit and you hope to come by With a tangled up spirit between each thigh. Like a brother bemoans you’ll never likeNo Brother will Moan
With each arm in circles writhing in foreign blood. Love gone fathers mates and your emptied out slate You only love in small parts Your body so dry, seaping out blue From green soiled hearts In each desperate fit, like a brother bemoans The coming thirty years alone to sleep it off Smoky mornings the bits of life you will cough Where nobody could belong in nowhere at all With no brothers t
by ~road-shanty
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why? >.>
but im 16 now
yay!!!
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add me xD
im too busy chatting with you that's why
and i havent posted anything since i made this account
but i will
soon o__o
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Zed's dead, baby.
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Ff
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Zed's dead, baby.
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No time for love Dr. Jones [link]
'Warm... warmer... disco!' for example
But 'Zed's dead...' is probably one of the best...
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Zed's dead, baby.
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No time for love Dr. Jones [link]
Especially when she's talking about having a pot belly
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Zed's dead, baby.
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No time for love Dr. Jones [link]
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