Lubricated swollen dreams
ragged
fevered
trembling
unyielding movements
exploration’s embraced
tight
bare
touching
rhythmic circles
and the pleasures die in vain
fly by in vain
sigh cries in vain
Lubricated swollen dreams
ragged
fevered
trembling once again...

See, see the judgmental sky
Marvel at its big green depths.
Tell me, do you wonder
why mother nature ignores you?
Why its feebly stare
makes you feel lazy.
I can tell you, it is
worried by your distorted ***** growth
That looks like
A mold.
What's more, it knows
Your shtty potting shed
Smells of peas.
Everything under the big judgmental sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm shts like yourself...

You must really be some kind of phucking idiot! What the hell did you press??? Not only can't you get into your computer now but for as long as you keep it plugged in you'll have to keep staring at me, a pathetic reminder of what a phucking idiot you have to be to get me
"The Blue Screen"

Man, bet you're feelin' like a loser now eh? Maybe gettin' somewhat pi55ed because you had no clue what you were doing from the get go? LOL

Maybe technology's just not your bag I mean, now that we're here I'm wondering about all the sh*t you probably ******* up in your life.

IT'S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE MAN!!!!!

Press any key to continue reading what I've got to say....oh & btw....

"THERE IS NO "ANY KEY" ON THE KEY BOARD SO STOP LOOKING FOR IT!!!

(man you really are a tool :D)

What’s “that” doing on the floor,
Could you please pick “it” up?

Okay, but “that” will still be “there”...

“That’s” impossible, “it” can’t be “there!”

I didn’t say “it” was “there”
and “it” can not be “impossible!” either!
Impossible’s impossible!

Well, “That’s” still on the floor
I asked you nicely to pick “it” up
yet, “it’s” still there!

“It” was never “there”
have you lost your freaking mind!?

Oh yea, well then why’s “that” still on the floor!?!?”

Oh my God, just forget “it” and leave “it” “there!”
Well then who’s gonna pick “it” up?
(Sigh)

Heed warning to ye all,
ALL!
mourning, scorning tricked in thrall
Blue ice flames easy to fool,
FOOL!
a few triced yet made it through
Bone penetrating, devastating,
YES!
not from pain but wrath alone
Cast-iron links this soul does tow
YES!
which has now become his home
See the traces, empty faces,
OH!
flowing to and fro from he
He is the new, he is the end,
END!
he is immortality...