go **** someone else
nasty *****
***** aint right
all ****** up
u ******* ****
and ****
until u cant breathe
and then swallow
some nasty disease
****** *****

makeup smudged, mascara runs
down the face of that stupid *****
Canceled plans, teenage antics are now ******* up and forgotten
fooling everyone but her self, she wears her heart upon her sleeve
wrapped up in others concerns, forgotten who she use to be
only comfortable  when not her self, what a depressing life to lead
She is on a leash being tugged and pulled, she knows she has a master
behind the painted nails and the perfect scented perfume lies a ***** at deaths door

You command my soul
To feel like this
With your own
Love is a *****

Dying to tell you
how hard things have been
Dying to tell you
I haven't loved again
Dying to hear you
still think of my eyes
Dying to hear you
regret those goodbyes

A blade of grass as the smallest tree
Broken glass in the top drawer
To sleep in the dead lake

We have discussed the future
This is the Middle Kingdom
Singing Pharaoh's song, waiting
To build his temple

Or we could head South
Deep into the jungle
Where they are designing the New Bomb

The up-side is literally down
But let's avoid cliches.
Instead, let us mine the uranium
For Pharaoh's undoing.

-   The irate Englishman berates his pupils for losing track of gods.

-   **Children of the Corn was originally written by James Frazier.

This now too?
What comes next?
Why am I such
A
******
Up
Mess...