Ventilating iniquityNumbness caused by maggots or hyperactive faggots (fools) breeds a homophonous itch enlarged, abrade and peeling pus blisters are for healing Oozing crimson rigid rich clogs the verve and vents off-pitch destroys the irrigation ditch lack of fluids, sunstroke socksVentilating iniquity
cocaine is curing cancer not raping gaping maws athirst breeding on before they burst Beelzebub uncanny luck No lure or pain or wasted pluck it spawns sadistic sacred muck
- and hate naively karma fuck
iEarthunjust misfortuneto Chrisjanunjust misfortune
born into a murky world
loomed to the obscure a thump which means no harm yet damaged by the human race and smothered by its charm incapable of hurting wise beyond his years this trampled soul he leers in spite of unjust, scorning, tears this core unveils his fate - a vast amount of change he brings
within him dreams await
Compassionate Cruelty I found a heart today. It was a beautifull thing of purest diamond reflecting all the colours of love in its purest form. I broke this beautifally rare thing. Obviously it wasn't made of diamond then. Maybe glass then? Yes, glass I think. I found a heart today. It was a black and hard thing reflecting all the colours of evil and hatred. I found it and decided to keep it. It must be strong, afterall isn't obsidian stronger than glass? It is I think. I found a mind today. It was scarred by past experiences but still shone brightly. It was stronCompassionate Cruelty
VergeetagtigheidVergeetagtigheidVergeetagtigheid
Gedagtes wat histeries skarrel, Soos ‘n spinnekop in ‘n vuurhoutjiedosie En opkrul as jy die boksie skud …en stil word
Skrik wakker met die besef Van iets Tydelik verlore Te laat gevind om te red Soos die doodgespeelde vorm van ‘n voël
Speels, soos ‘n kat se venyn Smoor iets in my die onthou Stukkie Vir stukkie Totdat ek desperaat die vuurhoutjiedosie wil skud …Vir stilte
‘n Stilte waar ek in my onnet solder kan neurie en soek na hartelus weg van die tik-tak g
ParadiseParadiseParadise
The sidewalk was bleached with brightness from a vengeful sun as the heat rose in sweltering waves from the asphalt. Suits were rushing to and fro, ignoring the mound of worthless life huddling against the wall of a shop, cowering from the heat.
When the press of bodies had lessened, the man stood up slowly, mechanically, as if concentrating on every movement. His hair hung about his face in dirty wisps, which, along with the week-old stubble gave him a prophetic air. His eyes were sunk deep into their sockets, but did not lose their piercing quality. He wore the old, brown coat that seemed to be the unifor
woooooa
Euphoric
Jakkals
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Through the Eye of the Student - Your Backstage Pass to Memories
~Live forever, or die trying~
This is a part of the Random Ramblings of a Cogless Cognitive Caucasian Series
(tequila, it makes me happy no more
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Never knows best...
You know you want to... just do it!
Heya. good work.
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"Freedom is a state of mind. Mind is a state of being.
Stay the FUCK out of my mind and my being!!"
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