To have 10 cocks inside me

Would be a lovely thing

To be penetrated this swords of flesh

Would make my heart sing

To be sodomized beyond repair

Is something I want to be

Won't you stick 10 cocks inside my ass

And set my anus free

He'll fuck me here
He'll fuck me there
My dad will fuck me anywhere
In the park
In the space
For two hours I won't see his face
So come on and watch
We won't mind
Don't need no money
Got plenty of time
Hear his balls slap
Against my crack
This is our path
We ain't turnin' back
Come on down and here me moan
And if you hear me complain 
Just give me your bone.

Untitled is a prick.
but we all know that already dont we ?
its sad that he just cant see...
how hated he is, by me.

he has to post anonymouslyee
to stick up for his PATHETIC ass
it reminds him of school days, when he used to sit in class.
oh how the people would bully so..
so run run run untitled would go.
weeeee !! off into the darkness of his room,
down in the basement with the bats and the gloom.

straight onto the computer he goes to try and make a friend.
Well it didnt turn out that way in the end.
he gets bullied once again and he wonders why.
At night he will wonder and cry
why am i so hated so ?
well son, i know why, but i'm not going to help. its time for you to go.
If there is a poem soon about me,
we know who it will be.

Your comments annoy the living shit out of me.
what an immature stinker you really seem to be.
i hope one day you get bored of sticking up for yourself anonymouslyee
and realize this is a losing game.
so sad. so lame.
what a shame.

i want to choke you. pull your blond long hair out of your emo face.
slam your head against the wall. SPLASH SPLASH the blood goes all over the place.
when you die, i shall shit on your grave.
Go back home in peace, chill and have a spliff with my FRIENDS, gill and dave.

i love you all !

x x x x x x :)  :) ;)

Hello, how do you do

We're so glad you joined our crew

Welcome to our lovely compound

Where it all goes down

Hot oil, bananas n' cream

White unicorns n' wet dreams

Rainbows and lace, oh it makes me wanna scream

Anything is possible with Jesus on our team

It's all right to cross dress for Christ

Jesus gave me a vision

To make plays and to dress like women

To wear corsets and real fine linen

Big bras with a lot of padding in 'em

Am I feminine I know you have suspicions

But I'm all man, trust me, we can switch positions

It's all right to cross dress for Christ

It's all right to cross dress for Christ

Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...

And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...

If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.

And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...

For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.

So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath

Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.

And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the right side of life...
(Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...
(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!)
Always look on the right side of life...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
Where else can I go to bash Blacks, Muslims and Gays?
Forget not the Juden, the Wetback, or Osama
Headon, Untitled, or that sumbitch Obama~

Where else shall I find such delightful internet trolls
Like Manny, and Alchy, or the redoubtable King Soul?
Or long winded bastards whose initials are KPissed
Or the emo teens by whose parents they've been dissed~

Or Communists, the Mafia, and Emo N~ 4 God
To an outsider it would all seem quite odd~
And an adminstrator with the edgy name of "Decay"
To paying half a Franklin he said "No fucking way"~

And Racist convicts, Fag haters, and Dads Poker Pals
And 8Balls and Cunt Lovers, and once some dude named Al~
Or the guy who has nothing, and is just trying to fit in
Kinda like now, it's suggested don't judge him
Won't be no problems~

And evil parents, children, stepkids and siblings
Loser spouses, neighbors, coworkers,and Jay Sebring*
*(One of the Manson Family murder victims in 1969)
Going back to having nothing, this is one of those times~

So I shall close this prose, with the following lines
To those left unmentioned, in our hearts you are fine
So for the comments I shall wait for them in to pour
Or find this in "Crap Bucket" in a day or so, alas, nevermore.

~Love, the guy who has nothing and is just trying to fit in by being incognito tonight in the ROYAL House of...son of a bitch...good one there, "The Shadow"...how have you manged to make it even this far in life, Jesus Christ....~

Here I sits

To take a shits

I scream I cry

I curse n' spit

Out in comes

Corns n' peas

It must of been

Them 10 year old MREs

 

 

my mother is a total bitch.

i know im going to hell and frankly im proud of it... i think hell would be a better place then my house. i want to fucking kill myself. somtimes i like my step sister. but usually she blames EVERYTHING on ME. but somthimes its a little differnt. (did i say already that im a fuck 12 year old girl!)

I don't trust my familyI don't trust my friendsI don't trust the one I loveI don't trust my schoolI don't trust my ancestorsI don't trust my descendantsI don't trust my doctorI don't trust my dentistI don't trust my best friendI don't trust my catI don't trust my dogI don't trust The BeatlesI don't trust Sid ViciousI don't trust headonI don't trust justrageI don't trust the supermarketI don't trust this shopping centerI don't trust the worldI don't trust lifeI don't trust deathI don't trust repetitive I don't trust variablesI don't trust my socksI don't trust my shoesI don't trust my clothesI don't trust my penisI don't trust your vaginaI don't trust GodI don't trust the ChurchI don't trust PopesI don't trust choir boysI don't trust carsI don't trust planesI don't trust beerI don't trust sexI don't trust myselfAnd I don't trust you
Trust me. It's true

POSTING ON JUST RAGE

I wanted to make a sandwhich but I had no bread
I wanted sex with my woman but she just gave me head
I wanted to get some beer by the car battery was dead
So I posted my pain on Just Rage 'cause I was seeing red
I say I posted my pain on Just Rage, and this is what you said,
Listen closely now, people,

"You're a fat mouthbreathing fuck and I hope you die"
"I've been screwing your woman, now she don't want you, that's why"
"You bought your battery at Walmart and now you're gonna cry?"
"Stay the fuck off my boards, fairy, now away you fly"

So that's what you told me, people, that's what you said
At first was angry, now wish I was dead
Still kinda pissed, though, rankled is my ire
Fuck the whole lot of you, I hope you all die in a fire.

~Alfred Lord Tennyshoe