

GodShitYou base yOur life around dead prophecies, lamented dreams andGodShit
blashphemous sorrows. Your god can be such a fucking prick to you, taking yourlife and
rolling it in dough, crafting his twisted desire, molding you into a perfect barbie, for him to fuck as he pleases, and you trust him, with your faith, desire, and will. I've seen it before, he takes you, born naked and unwilling, emptys your mind, and shits into it, and you feel proud, you wear signs.. Talisman You feel proud,


for my buddy patrickstill water runs violently through my mind and over this bridge my eyes peak acrossfor my buddy patrick
hoping that what i feel most strongly
will not appear...
Not now after my feelings have amplified and my thoughts have wound themselves
so deeply into your own not now..
A body lies broken in the stream
barricated by hope and raped by humanity.. i look at his face.. and see no resembalence relived i brush my hair away and sigh
i thought this nigt would end you dear friend and in your departure i would pack my bags and leave for the open feilds with you
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greetz!
Visit me at -> [link]
Member of designer's couch -> [link]
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and "fluff" ofcourse
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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You can have my isolation
you can have the hate that it brings
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And I can't say
And I don't know
How far
I'll go
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