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Werewolf stood in front of a puddle. Four inches deep. Maybe. Werewolf looked away. Stickers. Graffiti. Flem’s Revenge Live Tonight! The Nifty Nymphos April 24th. Ballz Deep featuring **** Matikz and Tremaine The Truest. I’m a long way from Cologne, he thought. Werewolf knelt towards the puddle. The wet filth smelled of hot blood. Exceptionally hot blood, rather. He spat in the puddle and turned. One thousand drunk humans. Ten thousand more, asleep, above. Not misunderstood. Cursed. It’s a very different sadness. Alexander’s Feast ended. Rounding out his latest playlist - Bashfully Baroque. Werewolf checked the time. Less than an hour. He buzzed a buzzer. I’m here for the Devil’s Cherries. The What? The, ahem, Devil’s Cherries. He’s cool. Let him in. And just like that, he was let out. A line was forming for Flem’s Revenge. While a bright moon reflected in Werewolf’s puddle. Werewolf shouldered through. Cursed. Clutching his score.
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Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 1:19 PM UTC
Belladonna
Dear God. i hope You’re listening, i need to get close. im steady running in the same position. i can’t get close. my fingers hurt because i’ve been trying to pen down a letter to her & me & You for me. im trying to be good. these past few days i’ve been trying to get my thoughts in unison. working on harmonizing my processes & prioritizing my priorities. im going to be raw. i wrote letters to her but every single time i think of sending them to her, i remember that i won’t get much weight with my actions. so i throw them away. im steady running in the same position. she’s been thugging lately, in a good way. i won’t even try to make sense tonight, i’ll let words flow. ****** of the youthful mind, hold me. play softly, the strings at the back of my mind. be attentive, this tune will catch you. she’s stroking my medulla oblongata, painting vivid images of passion. steady running in the same position. ever looked at someone and feel a conversation going on between your souls? no verbal action, just distance & the space between the two of you. im steady running from nymphos of the youthful mind. Father, hope You’re listening. help me to not bend Your will. i’ve been good. dry cleaned my suit, im ready to walk with You. i need to get close. but i can’t get close to You. but im steady running in the same position. ****** of the youthful mind, tell me what do you want me to do to help you, help me, help you. she’s been straight thugging. ever been so close to a beautiful conversation yet words halt at the opening and you’re left stuck with regret? days later, you remake the scenario and polish on what you could’ve said. i wrote a letter to her & me & you for me. but i threw it away. wouldn’t have made a significant change anyway. ****** of the youthful mind, i need to get close. but im steady running in the same position. she’s been thugging. hat low, sweatpants low, afro hair, smooth skin, smooth **** dancing under the moonlight. scorpion eyes, deadly eyes. i need to get close. ****** of the youthful mind, my gangster, i need you to stroke my medulla and play a thousand songs at the back of my mind. im not trying to make sense, i was just trying to let thoughts flow. Dear Father, can i run away? i want to run away with her, to a place nobody knows. us. but please help me not to bend Your will. send me to a golden forest, to the Garden of Eden, so she & i can be Adam & Eve. we will be good. before then, i need to get close. ****** sing. sing me to sleep, sing away my troubles. i will run away with you. Father, hope You’re listening. i need to get close, help me not to bend Your will. but i can’t get close. to You. open the gates for me, im outside. i need to take control of me and pour out vibes so hard the universe capsizes. ****** of the youthful mind, run away with me. i wrote a letter to her & i & you for me. but then i threw it away. don’t even try and make sense of the words i wrote. don’t ask me how im feeling, just keep your eye on the poetry. TeddyBearTribe.
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
Nymphos
Dear God. i hope You’re listening, i need to get close. im steady running in the same position. i can’t get close. my fingers hurt because i’ve been trying to pen down a letter to her & me & You for me. im trying to be good. these past few days i’ve been trying to get my thoughts in unison. working on harmonizing my processes & prioritizing my priorities. im going to be raw. i wrote letters to her but every single time i think of sending them to her, i remember that i won’t get much weight with my actions. so i throw them away. im steady running in the same position. she’s been thugging lately, in a good way. i won’t even try to make sense tonight, i’ll let words flow. ****** of the youthful mind, hold me. play softly, the strings at the back of my mind. be attentive, this tune will catch you. she’s stroking my medulla oblongata, painting vivid images of passion. steady running in the same position. ever looked at someone and feel a conversation going on between your souls? no verbal action, just distance & the space between the two of you. im steady running from nymphos of the youthful mind. Father, hope You’re listening. help me to not bend Your will. i’ve been good. dry cleaned my suit, im ready to walk with You. i need to get close. but i can’t get close to You. but im steady running in the same position. ****** of the youthful mind, tell me what do you want me to do to help you, help me, help you. she’s been straight thugging. ever been so close to a beautiful conversation yet words halt at the opening and you’re left stuck with regret? days later, you remake the scenario and polish on what you could’ve said. i wrote a letter to her & me & you for me. but i threw it away. wouldn’t have made a significant change anyway. ****** of the youthful mind, i need to get close. but im steady running in the same position. she’s been thugging. hat low, sweatpants low, afro hair, smooth skin, smooth **** dancing under the moonlight. scorpion eyes, deadly eyes. i need to get close. ****** of the youthful mind, my gangster, i need you to stroke my medulla and play a thousand songs at the back of my mind. im not trying to make sense, i was just trying to let thoughts flow. Dear Father, can i run away? i want to run away with her, to a place nobody knows. us. but please help me not to bend Your will. send me to a golden forest, to the Garden of Eden, so she & i can be Adam & Eve. we will be good. before then, i need to get close. ****** sing. sing me to sleep, sing away my troubles. i will run away with you. Father, hope You’re listening. i need to get close, help me not to bend Your will. but i can’t get close. to You. open the gates for me, im outside. i need to take control of me and pour out vibes so hard the universe capsizes. ****** of the youthful mind, run away with me. i wrote a letter to her & i & you for me. but then i threw it away. don’t even try and make sense of the words i wrote. don’t ask me how im feeling, just keep your eye on the poetry. TeddyBearTribe.
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The White Race            & The Black Base In-fighting Nut-Case Wearing kits & killing kins Tracer bullets leave no trace! Ak's & Ra's Customized & hand made Just Like Burger-king Have it your way! And this war is brought to you by Your's Truly, The infamous NRA! Cops shooting innocent by-standers on the block, Innocent by-standers then copping Bump-stocks, Dropping scores to make it count, Odd murders 2 even out! Sniper's posted atop rooftops, Legislations to make him stop. A "Mentally Challenged" Caucasian man who had gone AWOL? Suddenly reappears like an Automatic ***** Posted @ the Hotel Planning to **** wholesale To get the maximum reward Also to get closer to God, Bodies 4 trophies & Their Head's as his awards! In the midst of all this Another white supremacist With absolutely no Motor-skills To run us over & Cause massive kills At Town Halls Movie theaters and even at the Shopping mall A Muslim nut-job Planning ******** A darker American A lighter Puerto Rican, Or even a white broad, Always someone@ur service To start a brawl, To ***** some skin & Make it crawl, To raise u up Then Watch you fall. Wild fires burning bodies bare Of All colors, From well done to medium rare, White House to Gitmo Water boarding & a bit more, Laid back extreme sports! **** 4 tats here, Cliques & Gangs here Bricks in the bag here Clipped to the back rear, **** yes No *** hair, Shotguns no cab fare, Tariffs on imports Nuns & Nymphos Hoes before bro's Turning friend's into foes. Deserted mill workers, Over dosing on pill sherbets Gettin' high 2 get by Laugh hard then start to cry, Suicides to feel Alive, Straight up living Just to curl up & die, What a way to go Get buried to touch the sKy!
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
Current Affairs!
The White Race            & The Black Base In-fighting Nut-Case Wearing kits & killing kins Tracer bullets leave no trace! Ak's & Ra's Customized & hand made Just Like Burger-king Have it your way! And this war is brought to you by Your's Truly, The infamous NRA! Cops shooting innocent by-standers on the block, Innocent by-standers then copping Bump-stocks, Dropping scores to make it count, Odd murders 2 even out! Sniper's posted atop rooftops, Legislations to make him stop. A "Mentally Challenged" Caucasian man who had gone AWOL? Suddenly reappears like an Automatic ***** Posted @ the Hotel Planning to **** wholesale To get the maximum reward Also to get closer to God, Bodies 4 trophies & Their Head's as his awards! In the midst of all this Another white supremacist With absolutely no Motor-skills To run us over & Cause massive kills At Town Halls Movie theaters and even at the Shopping mall A Muslim nut-job Planning ******** A darker American A lighter Puerto Rican, Or even a white broad, Always someone@ur service To start a brawl, To ***** some skin & Make it crawl, To raise u up Then Watch you fall. Wild fires burning bodies bare Of All colors, From well done to medium rare, White House to Gitmo Water boarding & a bit more, Laid back extreme sports! **** 4 tats here, Cliques & Gangs here Bricks in the bag here Clipped to the back rear, **** yes No *** hair, Shotguns no cab fare, Tariffs on imports Nuns & Nymphos Hoes before bro's Turning friend's into foes. Deserted mill workers, Over dosing on pill sherbets Gettin' high 2 get by Laugh hard then start to cry, Suicides to feel Alive, Straight up living Just to curl up & die, What a way to go Get buried to touch the sKy!
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or the guys who love a ****** they say you should move on to the next cause when you ain't the one who's ******* her she find somebody else for *** these ****** women will love you for your heart but love another for *** and for the real men out here i know yall won't go for that to much *** only leads to 2 things that's a disease and a baby then once it happens you'll lie to your man cause you know things will get crazy trying to be slick when yall use protection trying to be slick when yall change yall phones when a man already knows whats going on at that moment there she ready to cheat that feeling of randsom hits her it turns up her heat Then once she get to you she tease you into *** just to make it seem she's won I be **** if imma fall into a trap Cause i much rather be done when thats the stuff that they wanna be on shoot don't back to me when im gone
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
DEAR NYMPHOS
Stolen Child. Insane grandma. Homeless mom. Convicted boyfriend. Minimum wage. Passport with no plane ticket. A life broken. No funds. No career. No future. The Wrath has spoken. It has been heard to deaf ears that hear. Damnation. A ****** nation. America. No justice. Mo deals. No bargains. No victories. Only misery. A nightmare. Successful nightmare. No escape. In death do you win life or lose it. I don't know how to play this game. People lose games they I can't play. I don't have any players on my team. No cheerleaders. All I hear is "Boooo"..... I hate this world and the people in it 100% nothing this. Solitude. Loner. Solo. America's #0. A day in the life of nobody. No one who matters. No skills. No Talent. No manners. B****y. Bitter & sarcastic. All the flaws no one would want. Friendless. Thoughtless. Dangerous. I am a bad mother. I am a bad girlfriend. A driver. A bad person. A liar. I seek vengeance. Always and forever. Never forgives. Never forgets. Never gets justice not in this lifetime. A heart of pure hatred. Just like "Grandma". But not to Ariel just the rest of the world. Filthy rich makes me sick. Squandered wealth. Gamblers, drug smugglers, prostitution, slander **** & con artists they all make me sick. Carnivores, butchers, sadistic criminals, pyro's, nymphos, pimps, sm*t, hustler's, farmers, & attorneys. Sick to my stomach. The boiling point. ****** detest.
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
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Class action **** the faction, fender bending Render useless Car crash contusions bruised, burnt, alive Crying from the pain Pail full of optional rain Falling unjustly Criminals mostly understand Benefits eat up micromanage nymphos Following photos sold and sod off Getting ****** time and time again Sawed off block head Chopping block Reset Rest again Hospital bed ... I woke up crying Time to try something new New age medicine Stomach out the world Something out the blue Moving too much Shut the **** up Blunderbuss meets bell Barely able to hear Noisy as hell Death is quite near Airbag lining Windbag silence Far too much Plastic in my lungs Wind for the sails Bailing out the titanic with a pail Pale, like formaldehyde Toxin lawsuit Not a drop to spare Do you got the time Nine months to a dime Rebirth is off the table Eat the pie (If you're able) ******* mistake I misspoke Slowpoke, speed up Runt Get stunted from birth Mirth in the face of change The fire's still burning If you'd sacrifice a turn I'd be more than grateful if you could Rain on my parade For a ounce of gold Cleaning out my brain And the thoughts untold Over protective claims And I'm lying back Lying bout my name Just to make it back Wired shut jaw I mean that two ways Split it up right Money and pain
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC
Class action
screen shocker, clean talker, no mean stalker, fleece offered, a peace offer, so soft, Unbothered, chief taught her, don't trust a falsified fabric, that's when they stormed the gate, swarms of locusts filled with hate, it was too late, blood painted the palace, blood stain don't come out of, carpets and drapes, hate don't discriminate, shows up in fleece falsified fabrics, ***** for the addicts, *** for the nymphos, message in a bottle, floats swiftly across the ocean, want and need, words for devotion. materially I see, past the oak trees, past you and me, to a comfy new couch, laying flat on my tummy, stab the knife in my back, my eyes were closed, showered in roses, blood red, swells, I'm dead.
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
Trapped by Desire.
The likes of you like the likes of those that like back like the likes of incestual narcissists Social bureaucrats fat with pride, well, they're at the top of the pyramid Nymphos, narcs, all the same, addicts that are only concerned with what they can gain Symbiotic, sympathetic, and synchratic all built on a foundation of disdain So life is too complex, simplify the pain Cover it up because unhappiness is disgustingly profane So pray to God, say "let us ********** Then paint the mirror to assimilate Lift weights, swipe dates, scale 1 to 10, "don't forget to rate" Because whether or not we'd like to admit it, our culture treats sadism as a desirable trait Alpha on alpha on alpha, apparently we have all evolved - to a point in which everyone thought the world revolved If only technology had not built a wall Natural selection would have it's pick, and the hive mind would inevitably fall
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC
The Likes