December 2011
19 posts
RIP TONY <3 WE MISS YOU
i made this song on fruityloops in 2010 when i was drunk w my mom sleeping in the same hotel room. now my mom is dead but i am still drunk. (every/no)thing changes?
smell of sulfur, blinding light/pussy too loose and my clothes too tight nipples burn like molten steel/my ass is a wound that will not heal hung by my guts from the devil’s penis/gagged by an unbaptized fetus toenails pulled off with some pliers/swimming in the lake of fire puked on my dick then it got infected/balls chopped off and then dissected i’ve been rejected/unnaturally selected/stuck in...
THE FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF
DEPRESSION
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DEPRESSION
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