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My absolute destiny is to skull **** the **** out of life To blast open the empty cleavage To shatter all the deceptive phonographs Those that you now consider “convenient modes of transportation” Every dawn I will howl into your vibrating monotones Your Dutch rambling will be reduced to ashes Alone in a ***** hostel You will be shocked by the sight of a desecrated ****** The fish scales still burning Left in their natural preservatives The lowest of all the adorned creatures Is he who succumbs to mediocrity An ordinary existence is worse then a wasted *** receptacle If they cant see the truce in a setting sunlight It is a sin to deteriorate comfortably Making circles with the tracks of your laymen’s truck of waking up happy with your plastic name tags carved to resemble an ignorant life scrap This **** disgusts me It is the skull ******* that define a generation Grab your sword a and plunge deep into the night A laudable combination of weapons of mass destruction and drunkards This is one less moment you spend being ordinary
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC
The tube to mediocrity
My absolute destiny is to skull **** the **** out of life To blast open the empty cleavage To shatter all the deceptive phonographs Those that you now consider “convenient modes of transportation” Every dawn I will howl into your vibrating monotones Your Dutch rambling will be reduced to ashes Alone in a ***** hostel You will be shocked by the sight of a desecrated ****** The fish scales still burning Left in their natural preservatives The lowest of all the adorned creatures Is he who succumbs to mediocrity An ordinary existence is worse then a wasted *** receptacle If they cant see the truce in a setting sunlight It is a sin to deteriorate comfortably Making circles with the tracks of your laymen’s truck of waking up happy with your plastic name tags carved to resemble an ignorant life scrap This **** disgusts me It is the skull ******* that define a generation Grab your sword a and plunge deep into the night A laudable combination of weapons of mass destruction and drunkards This is one less moment you spend being ordinary
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC
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