

My Artistic geniusRoses are red Violets are blue Guess what everyone I hate all of you.My Artistic genius


DestructionDead people lying everywhere, Europe’s greatest monument Struggling to stay standing. Town survivors running for their lives, Running from their darkest fears Understanding their demise. Cowards or heroes The people can’t remember If their was such a time that, Oliberated this entire planet into Nothing but DESTRUCTION.Destruction


The GrimHis name is grim, Nobody really knows about him. He is always here; he is always there, He seems to appear from nowhere. He wears black clothes and a dark mask, From another century. He takes people from their deathbeds; To a happier place where there is always, And always the Grim is there.The Grim


The Devils HandHe finished his last step across the sandy land, His feet were burning in the hot stinking sand, He hears a cry of the big black vulture He looks into its eyes and sees the culture, Of hell, he winks and looks at the sand as he hears the cry of the devils hand. He tries to run, he tries to hide But it is already inside, He lands in the ring of fire, And he realises that he is a desire. He sees a hand coming straight And he hears death opening up the gate, The hand wraps around him and pops a rib, And throws him into a crib. The nails come down and cut him in half &nThe Devils Hand
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Never let the odds keep you from what you know in your heart you were meant to do. H. JACKSON BROWN JR.
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Well, fuck.
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Slacker: A person who shirts his work or duty; a person who evades military service in wartime.
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-Absinthe
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Time flies like the wind. Fruit flies like bananas.
(Groucho Marx)
I feel your pain.
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That is all.
Anything is worth a try in this day and age.
Here’s a cookie.
Here’s some milk.
And some coffee.
Or, if you want, there’s also soda.
Enjoy your stay and make yourself at home!
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Quoth the bovine, "Nevermoo."
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