Cister Blister I'll always Miss Her

His hand feeds a dog that doesn't know to look anywhere else. You were taken. An advantage over you was stolen, your innocence, your happiness, traded for lesbian man penis. Sick and dying and polluting your womb, he gouges with shepard hook and demon claw, room for him in you.

A boxing ring I dream of creating, veritable in structure, reality bleeds on the webpage. I'll tell him when and where to meet me, so I can meat him, and leave sour curdled chunks behind. separate yourself from the enemy, this stocker is not your holme. You need to watch as I disect and dismember this puny anthem of "I love yous", the street knows no mercy and we were raised to trust ourselves.

I love you. So fall out of your dream. Your life is more than a punching bag for skittle milk ass momma's boys. I'm sick of this shit, I've had too much, I love you. So don't be mad at me, after all this talk, when I curb stomp his violent head to mush.