Yes I am made of cockroaches and ash. Its a simple ingredient. Not proud of it, but its better than being made of generic substances. Like whiskey and thongs or cum and hot sauce. I'm glad I'm not those cum guzzling whores. Swallow every inch baby he won't love you anymore than the dog infested with rabies.
Well, I find its easier without you around. Still on my mind, yes. I still have feelings for you and wish I didn't. You make me sick. Thats probably why I like you. Cause I can't stand you. Why? I find myself wanting to hold that barrel against your pretty little jaw. SICK SICK SICK. You're like the blood I cough up after a cigarette. Like a leech that I want to throw into a fire.
People don't please me too often, and when they do I find them sticking around for more than a couple of hours. I only want you around cause you dug that deep to make me fond of you. Thank you. What boring days these have been. What dream filled days these have been. I find my mind is starting to become useless. Since I fill it with peoples idiotcy (yea I made it up) and their cunts and dicks. What is wrong with you people posting obscene pictures of yourself for the world to see? No one wants to see your Gunt while you're trying to lick your tit, or see you shove a sharpie pen up your ass, or you having a threesome with a crack whore and 500 lbs. gorilla. Gain some common sense and dignity.
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