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Let me taste your blood As it pours from her punctured Skin, the wound of him

In all its irresistible [yet] subtle indignity One day the world will glorify her With the utmost respect as she [seemingly] Nonchalantly restor..

When I was five, still as innocent as one could be, I had a crush on the Pink Power Ranger and wanted to be the Red one. Danger, danger, red alert..

I traced my fingers Across the smooth collapsed flesh of her naval Let my tongue slip through The hazed, distraught maybes To the place between h..

There is this place in the middle of the oAK tree where two roads meet, shapEd like two over sized circles, prosTate glands really, ..

I remember that time in mid October, Purple hazed skies and Eyes glazed over. We had gotten so fucked the f**k up from those shots of Life, That ..

So I say, F**k being sober F**k being normal F**k being depressed Just be incoherent Lay at rest Your own stress Your world Your fears Your e..

We control our fear; fear resides in us. To say we have a fear is to admit we have a fault. For us to have a fault, then we must know we are broke..

F**k yeah, America, this is what we do. We lie, we cheat, and we scheme. We throw million dollar parties just to make a b***h scream. We’re..