praying for you to fallletharrrgiiccc
for herIm going to throw up on your face. Well that all depends, said the clown to the mace. You know what? This dog doenst like your face. Well if the fish can swim and the flower can die than it seems only elementary that religion must lie. Cry Fry. Pickle your brains in the cemetery cement. They taste better that way, what she said is what I meant. Creativity is a lie, you spiral down, you black fly. Spiral spiral spiral down. Goodbye to you, my darling, my muse. Ill see you on the farside, on the starside, on the plane, drowing with the rest of ‘em. (this last half of the sentence being a rubbish literary metaphor describing thfor her
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I am by no means the master of the Maleficorum, for it's will bends my reality and surreality to the limits of insanity
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Mandee
frozen-teardrops | xanga | livejournal
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hello, you still there?
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hello, you still there?
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hello, you still there?
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Mandee
frozen-teardrops | xanga | livejournal
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Mandee
frozen-teardrops | xanga | livejournal
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hello, you still there?
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"If I don't love you baby, grits ain't groceries, eggs ain't poultry, and Mona Lisa was a man." -Little Milton
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