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Fire And Fuck (Free verse) by Bonehiss

Slamming whores Behind slamming doors, Get you limp to hard With a hammering heart. Your brain goes numb As your fingers run, Through wild skank hair. Rush! Rush! Time is short. Don't bother to sterilize. Just pack your rig. Rush again! Then finally, Spun-out, Pick at your toenails, As you watch Your once impressive Partying skills, Turn slowly, Into sad addiction.

<{Baba^Yaga}> 13-Jan-03/4:25 PM
"Rush! Rush! Rush!
Time is short.
Don't bother to sterilize.
Just pack your rig.
Rush again!
Then finally,
spun-out,
pick at your toenails"
what the addiction is?
yeah lets call a fucking board meeting.
obviously..coke or speed.
that aside....this is shit.
it's not going to help an addict, and it's not going to save the un-informed children of the planet earth, so..where does that leave us? exactly, buried up to our necks in shit poetry, and fucking idiots trying to write about slinkeys when they've been playing all along with barbies. idiotic shit. moronic retorts to moronic inuendos. basic run of the mill tripe. enjoy your keen observations and grasp of life. you'll need it when your kid comes home a junky. you can always read him/her this great compilation of their pain. idiot. here's a ten because that's how much respect i got for a voting system.




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