SupremeDreamer
on Terminal by kingit
10 Dec 2003, 6:42 PM
Blessed with eight.
A diet seven up, without thee up.
Fucking awesome.
No really, I laughed a lot. This is fucking hilarious. I have a lot of precious things, and often, actually always feel this way.
Not a horrible waste of time. 7
~ I hate curly accentuations, but here's an 8
"I will look on to the new day that dawns
And bless the rose that weeps dried blood
As its overcome by blackthorns." drop this because you told us already, and we know this, and then my friend, you will have yet again, a perfect piece. Congratulations. Make a note of it, for a future edit, if you want to keep your current scores. Here's a 10. I have some great dad stories too. But now I'm a dad, and I have no father. I never really did to begin with, but we were great friends at one point in time. Then it all ended.
Bitchin.
Glen Frey me a craw daddy.
Nifty and true.
Getting there...
"When she, her lust, set finally free:" Yeah, the curse of the wood nymph. My Mother has it too, but see, as for me? I'm sick and tired of 'fucking' around. Love is so much more than the way mortals approach it. I'm working on my first novel. And I'm calling it "The Motherfuckers". It's going to be #1 on the best seller list in 2007. I had a dream.
You are a poopy bear.
I often get a kick out of myself because, I'm not well in the head.
I bet you did.
Yes.
Do you remember that time you climbed out of a tricks two story window all wiggy on the jiggy and the gutter folded and you fell. Landing on the neighbor's volkswagon sandwiching the hood, knocking yourself out and setting of the alarm for the whole complex to catch you there, sleeping like a naked hooker on the outs? Fucking wastoid. You are a defeatist!
Wrapping paper also works for giant colorul origamy.
Well, good vil.. very personal comments here.. feel like a peeper reading them, but reminds me of alot of things.. I'll shut-up now before it seems like I'm intruding.
Anyway- blessed with nine.
jellycunt.. lol. 10.
sounds like a million other love songs joe.. cmon now..
The first stanza was great- then the piece waned from there. Blessed with seven.