Come on get me 1000!


Grunge, God, and GrenadesTwenty three grenades are in my basement. One of them will be used to bury the pain my sister felt when she was wined and raped. He will feel his teeth blast through his skull.Grunge, God, and Grenades
A fleet of school busses will be shrapnel by morning. No more kids teased until tears. That leaves me with sixteen, unless I land a two for one. Fifteen if you count the short one.
I would like to sit in a tree above the courthouse and propel death rocks at lawyers who cleanse killers of their multitudes of sins. Before they die I will pray for each one of them.
No more than fo


Blind.. I'm in another dimension of this hellbound world that I call my home. I seek to die, to sleep, to perchance dream - as I raise my maw to the heavenly bodies, I gaze upon those stars that have thus shone down for millions of years - I inquire, I forage, I scrutinize, questioning my wary and untrustful heart - suspecting, unbelieving, wondering if a unique accompaniment is forcasting their thoughts into the eternal ashen inferno that the sky is... the dismal world of which I abide is coming to my ominous ignorance of awareness, and for once, I awaken to the abismal plane of consciousness of which I shall remain evermore... aloneBlind


About that girl againSee her smile with all the other guys I know she smiles at me too but its not the same THEY have connection something more than the weekly chat after church shared experience, a friendship Then there's me with my blustering banter Never quite sure where to stand Never quite sure what to say Conversation always going sideways Not straight to the heart From heart to heart Just a smile and a giggle Just never more than a friend meeting on the 7th day appointment Not quite close enough to ask for more Not quite bold enough to ask for more Just waAbout that girl again


SpinningThe world is like no other A round being created to turn It turns around changingSpinning
A non feeling and thriving being
I feel, but sometimes I do not thrive Because I am not alive
I am dead in my flesh For it consumes my thought. It clouds the being of me that I once had
I make poor dicisions I hurt the ones I love And why I ask my flesh? Why?
I look for an answer but am hopelessly frustrated
I guess I am just like the world spinning but not feeling Thriving in something unhealthy I am a b
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