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You smell really good.I'd love to tell you that you are beautiful but I just can't So much potential but too much pollution Too much destruction with little instruction You are the teredactle that has invaded my city You and your friends have spoiled yourselves with clothing from american eagle you've deprived me of oxygen and take hostagesYou smell really good.
My police force is nothing against your lazer gun eyes
Your smooth thighs, your tazered kisses goodbye Your wings are stiff and so am i they carry you strong in that lacey thong
"Pardon me for asking ,but, would you like to come in?" "No, I think t
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fake is the new real.Cotton candy, concrete bricks From the tops of skyscrapers that make me sick Root Beer rivers of blood and sweat Toys ‘R’ Us child-safe cigarettes Snowy Mountaintops perfect for sniper shots Upon wealthy spring breakers on their eloquent yachtsfake is the new real.
New taxes on loving under the age of 83 To pay for new plastic, pseudo, yet beautiful trees Manipulative scams to heist the Mall of America For counterfeit toys promoting childhood erotica Dress lifeless bodies with tight designer jeans Boot-cut, faded, not too dirty, not too clean For the “Damn, she looks good!” or “Boy, she look
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Paris, Texas.Paris, Texas, 2005. A non-profit organization called H.O.F.F ( Helping Orphans Find Families) was created by a collection of tobacco companies in an attempt to give back to the community. In 2010 They launched their first of several centers for the consolation of parentless children. The grand opening was filled with speeches made by celebrities from Mel Gibson to Lil’ Jon. There was a crowd of thousands upon thousands of caring people. Sad little homeless lonely kids lined up in front of the building on a red carpet. They were so cute and people threw money upon them as if they were strippers. Men in black suits collected the money in bags tParis, Texas.
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A Boy Trapped Under a Fence.When I was younger I used to walk to school everyday.. I took this path that no one took, it went through the woods.A Boy Trapped Under a Fence.
One day i saw a little boy, he was about 10 years old. He had short brown hair and green eyes. He was really scruffy and dirty. The weird thing was that he was stuck under a fence. I asked him if he needed help but he just looked at me and started laughing.
I wanted to help him, but my body wouldn't let me. I continued to school and then went home. The next morning i saw him again. He kept laughing at me. I really didn't know what the fuck his problem was.
The next day i brought him some f
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- Current Residence: Fredrock, Maryland
- Interests: Playing bass and guitar and singing, jumping around, stuff with friends, making videos, art shit.
- Favourite movie: the girl next door.
- Favourite band or musician: fear before the march of ashlee simpson.
- Favourite genre of music: anything that sounds good.
- Favourite artist: whoever makes the clouds and the stars.
- Favourite poet or writer: whoever writes the nutrition facts on food.
- Favourite game: horseshoes.
- Favourite gaming platform: the basketball court!
- Favourite cartoon character: george w. bush
- Personal Quote: "im so fucking gone"
- Tools of the Trade: the blood from my tragicly slit wrists.
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- Email: punkindrublic@rock.com
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