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deadmanspoint
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Such words should not be written - such damnation read; by you poor, wonderful souls.
fire
The time has come round to write a blog of such a terrible manner - orgasms of acid shall spill from the woman and the heads of the dick shall explode.
No time to preview this bullshit we shall speedily go to the sodomy of a virgin while she is being eaten alive by starved babys on crystal meth while beaten by the flying whip. I consider my state while through hooded eyes the gang rape of life happens around me and my member gets hard because the wind blows strong. Fantastic I watch the slow closing of that asshole by the recent entrance of my monster cock - I watch it close and it whispers nothing at all.
Ripping at the vein in the neck it does not snap right away but I have to grab it and grind while the heart blood causes a bubble under my teeth. The flesh is warm I am up to the end of my arm in it - I imagine a orgasm far away.
Seldom falls the angels - seldom a man sees the guiding light. But learned are we in the passion and violence that is our apparent birth right. No need to tremble under stone mountains that crush your senseless mind - they are cold and the cortex is long numb.
Follow these fallacies and the word becomes flesh - such flesh as the word can be.
- DMP
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They said the things to make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie like they hope it was
And the Goodmen Tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of Brawn were nicer shorn
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep to our latent fuss
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun
The Bewlay Brothers
In our Wings that Bark
Flashing teeth of Brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh, And we were Gone
Hanging out with your Dwarf Men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions
I was Stone and he was Wax
So he could scream, and still relax, unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old and dust would flow
Thru our veins and Lo! it was midnight
Back at the kitchen door
Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote
Cannot be found today
And it was Stalking time for the Moonboys
The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
In the Devil-may-be-here
But He can't sing about that
Oh, And we were Gone
Real Cool Traders
We were so Turned On
You thought we were Fakers
Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
The Factor Max that proved the fact
Is melted down
And woven on the edging of my pillow
Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
He could be dead, He could be not
He could be You
He's Chameleon, Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature
Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky
The Bewlay Brothers
In the feeble and the Bad
Bewlay Brothers
In the Blessed and Cold
In the Crutch-hungry Dark
Was where we flayed our Mark
Oh, and we were Gone
Kings of Oblivion
We were so Turned On
In the Mind-Warp Pavilion
Lay me place and bake me Pie
I'm starving for me Gravy
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
I might just slip away, hey
Just for the Day, Hey!
Hey, Please come Away, Hey!
Just for the Day, Hey!
Please come Away, Hey!
Please come Away, Hey!
Just for the Day
Please come Away
Please come Away
Please come Away
Please come Away
Away
(Away)
Away
Hey
Yyyyeeeaaahhhhh.....about that....
I try!!!
(Sobbing, dry heave - more sobbing.)
And I fucking try!!!
(Snot rivers running into my mouth.)
And ye all just flame me!!!
(Gnashing of teeth and pounding of the head on the desk.)
Thank you for your consideration.
lol
die motherfucker die,
oh why won't the motherfucker die?
is this why, the reason that i wry, inside my minds eye,
'cos this motherfucker just won't die?
die, die, die, die, die...
die, die, die, die, die...
STERBEN, STERBEN, STERBEN, STERBEN sie...
Sie verfickten son of a bitch... die
thank you
die motherfucker die,
oh why won't the motherfucker die?
is this why, the reason that i wry, inside my minds eye,
'cos this motherfucker just won't die?
die, die, die, die, die...
die, die, die, die, die...
STERBEN, STERBEN, STERBEN, STERBEN sie...
Sie verfickten son of a bitch... die
thank you
I try!!!
(Sobbing, dry heave - more sobbing.)
And I fucking try!!!
(Snot rivers running into my mouth.)
And ye all just flame me!!!
(Gnashing of teeth and pounding of the head on the desk.)
Thank you for your consideration.
This piece outdoes all your other tl;dr's by like a million up triangles.
I try!!!
(Sobbing, dry heave - more sobbing.)
And I fucking try!!!
(Snot rivers running into my mouth.)
And ye all just flame me!!!
(Gnashing of teeth and pounding of the head on the desk.)
Thank you for your consideration.
This piece outdoes all your other tl;dr's by like a million up triangles.
Indeed my skillz lie among the detailz of what i am masticating here
10-4 Bandit