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Roman Toes Power the Local Crushery

by DreamerSupreme

Member since 2003 · Posted 4 Oct 2003 · Edited 4 Oct 2003 · 5 comments

I'm in your face again, and why? I have forgotten since it is no longer important, because now your breath enrages and inspires me dome to thrust forward and transform that fat snoot into a bloody explosive. Tongue swipes the finger tip of the delta unfolding from me jester dreamed skull savouring the red stream that creeped to the corner of me mouth. Accustomed to tasting, I do not devour for now is the hour when me feet squelch them cursed eyeballs marked with stupidity. Tis like summer and buckets full of over-ripe grapes... What friend of mine wishes to start the festivity with a toast?

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[n/a] DreamerSupreme 4-Oct-03/3:43 AM Reply
I am the prophet that the rummies
worship with open jaws
begging for me to bleed
which occurs only when i decide
to shed three tears in rememberance
of the silly trinity
that belongs to christianity

i do enjoy teasing..hah.
[9] Jeremi B. Handrinos 4-Oct-03/5:00 AM Reply
THat would be 'me-sky'. "
of my mouth." THat should be a me and no y.
[n/a] DreamerSupreme › Jeremi B. Handrinos 4-Oct-03/5:28 AM Reply
ah, thanks for pointing that out, correcting it.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 5-Oct-03/8:33 AM Reply
What's going through your mind when you decide to put a line break in?
[n/a] DreamerSupreme › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 5-Oct-03/9:31 AM Reply
"enter"

:)