fuck you.
but drugs are(nt) bad!
have fun fucknuts, and stay away from those damned farm animals!


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the flashbacks come at the worst of times, when I'm sitting in my car on the freeway one hits, and another world takes hold.
this morning I was fine, I was at work, as usual. plugging along doing my daily duties, and then with the force of a freight train I was on my back. two customers had to bear witness to my perversion, writhing in agony on the floor, pain painted in sweat rivets across my forehead, me squirming like a dying fish on the shores of rage.
two days ago, I had to feed it.
seven hours has past, and I can feel it i


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The back door to consciousness is only opened at dusk, when the dark overcomes the light, when the real starts to waver and fantasy starts to shape. Kids with razor blade rifles packed inside their bags of pot and mescaline walking down the street. Broken shards of ice encrusted glass scattered across the side walk, mother says I need to wear shoes. Needles and hand guns under slides and swings, children running to play with these things, parents inside the house laughing high. The question isnt what city is this, its where are your kids? Teenage


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The dreaming dreary masses come crashing down upon your skull with the force of eternity. Media bias is mind control, forced into your brain through the television radio and internet. Communication is impossible when everyone is always listening in. No more secrets to be hidden from view of the men who control, and the youth still fight for rights that they never will receive. You can NOT have what you DO NOT earn. Burn out servants serving masters that care less about them than they do their multimillion dollar cars crashed on the freeway. The entrance ramp is closed, no more allowed. Just the rich getting richer and the


blasphemerTwo towers tumble in ash nothing left but the same answers to question for no one to ask. Only reason why anyone left is to say goodbye to reason to knowledge to fables scripted on fate for hate to tell me why no one gives a rats ass.blasphemer
this is truth this is rage.
this is agony painted blazed on stage.
two towers tumbled down in outrage and sin, two more people left to begin two more lives left out in the dark, and only one place to find them. fucked up all alone sitting stationed faded outside the lawn, seeing faces burn out in shame, seeing no one lef
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