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Any of u write any fucked up songs and/or poems? If so, I'm interested in reading them. Here's one of mine.....
Sittin' in the back seat Waitin' for the chance. Cigeratte in mouth And crowbar in hand. When will you come back? No doubt in mind Murder for one! Comin' right up. Contemplating on what to go for first While you walk back to teh car. This will never last. Finishing off the cigeratte, The most anticipating moment Here at this time Never less and never more. Sitting beside you I lock the doors; There's nowhere to run now. Trapped inside and screams are loud. No one around to hear, blood spurts from every direction. This is it. The feeling of you is gone. No more left but the grim remains Of seperated bones, flesh and skull. No one will know. Absolute silence fills the air. Throwing your body down to rot The earthworms crawl through your brain. Leave teh scene and to never return. What do u guys think?
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i write angry poems and trancendentalist poetry. my short stories are fucked up though. please read them, here is a link
www.storywrite.com/story/by/UpThePunx The most fucked up ones are probably: Gloves A White Room Splattered REd This Blood Kills Shell Shock
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sweet man, thanks for reading
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Here's 1 of mine, i think it's fucked up enough
![]() I’ve got a tiny little problem and its kinda growing big My clothes are getting soaked cause I’m sweating like a pig My body’s kinda different and I’m getting so confused After all the soaps and lotions and deodorants I’ve used Now my hair is growing faster so I’m hairy like an ape Is there any way to solve this-from this problem to escape? Is there any magic potion, any cure or remedy? Or I’m gonna spend my whole life smelling like a bucket full of shit? I don’t wanna be a joke, I don’t wanna smell like poo I just wanna get a boyfriend to stir my yucky stew Wanna put my arms around him, wanna say how much I love him But when I’m naked with a guy-he’ll probably suffocate and die My name is smelly Daisy, there’s a good reason for that Cause my super-mega-yuck stench could kill a full grown cat Actually it could kill a rhino and a 100 000 birds It’s so damn disgusting it could melt a fucking turd… It's bit longer but I think I gave u enough to talk how stupid it is...ha ha. Bring it on!!! ![]() ![]()
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Ouch, what if i add er a wodden leg, glass eye n another buthole
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