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bon scott plays up a VOLCANO IN GUATEMALA you see i start a partying in the night today we are rocking and a rolling, yeah party, yeah ya see we bring that volcano down to gualamala yeah it’s about as cool as eating a banana rock, ****** rock this volcano made ‘em rock bring this party to the other end and rock guatemala, is rocking tonight with malt and lava is a rocking all night long you see the house is a rocking, don’t bother knocking yeah we will party, party we shall rock this volcano, wreck the old life, WOW i am going to get my spirit, and shake it down there make all the people guatemala grin and ****** bare and now i welcome slim dusty, i would love to have a beer with him we drink in moderation dude, but our future, looks quite dim yeah, we’ll drink in the town and country dudes the people of guatemala feel distraught cause we sent a big volcano, dude, from jupiter moon, that’s right you see now we bring robert palmer in how can it be permissible, oh yeah this volcano in guatemala is unstoppable, ha i wish there were ways to end it yeah i would grab a methane and top it on ya, yeaH It’s a strange occurrence first, it’s ****** hot, oh yer it really destroys guatemala, dude the volcano is simply unstoppable the walls are are shaking, the floor is melting ya see, yeah we are covered in lava, and feel like ya melting then i get up and look around, and i look up and see a volcano thrashing guatemala ya see the volcano shook this town all night long we’ll party on all night long and then i get down and look around, to see if nobody has tipped methane on slim you are hayley from bratayley you are cool, the coolest dude around i get up, and we’ll party down, we’ll drink ‘em down then the old old man let’s out a big big frown and i see barry allan as he walks past, i said come in bas boy, party on and i tip a methane smoothie on barry, which shook the town of guatemala all night long the methane shook it all night long then slim dusty said, i will get a baked potato baked potato toast and jam jupiter shook the guatemala volcano all night long, my dear slim then said, watch bratayley, for me with new families, peter sergeant from canberra and ivy gimbert and ivy and peter walked in and said, would you stop singing it up here cause we need some COOL, for earth baked potato baked potato, uhhhh baked potato and then bon scott came up and said, PARTY PARTY, and rock guatemala, while your at it, OK AND we’ll keep this party rolling guatemala volcano malt and lava
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
party on jupiter volcano in central USA, same difference
bon scott plays up a VOLCANO IN GUATEMALA you see i start a partying in the night today we are rocking and a rolling, yeah party, yeah ya see we bring that volcano down to gualamala yeah it’s about as cool as eating a banana rock, ****** rock this volcano made ‘em rock bring this party to the other end and rock guatemala, is rocking tonight with malt and lava is a rocking all night long you see the house is a rocking, don’t bother knocking yeah we will party, party we shall rock this volcano, wreck the old life, WOW i am going to get my spirit, and shake it down there make all the people guatemala grin and ****** bare and now i welcome slim dusty, i would love to have a beer with him we drink in moderation dude, but our future, looks quite dim yeah, we’ll drink in the town and country dudes the people of guatemala feel distraught cause we sent a big volcano, dude, from jupiter moon, that’s right you see now we bring robert palmer in how can it be permissible, oh yeah this volcano in guatemala is unstoppable, ha i wish there were ways to end it yeah i would grab a methane and top it on ya, yeaH It’s a strange occurrence first, it’s ****** hot, oh yer it really destroys guatemala, dude the volcano is simply unstoppable the walls are are shaking, the floor is melting ya see, yeah we are covered in lava, and feel like ya melting then i get up and look around, and i look up and see a volcano thrashing guatemala ya see the volcano shook this town all night long we’ll party on all night long and then i get down and look around, to see if nobody has tipped methane on slim you are hayley from bratayley you are cool, the coolest dude around i get up, and we’ll party down, we’ll drink ‘em down then the old old man let’s out a big big frown and i see barry allan as he walks past, i said come in bas boy, party on and i tip a methane smoothie on barry, which shook the town of guatemala all night long the methane shook it all night long then slim dusty said, i will get a baked potato baked potato toast and jam jupiter shook the guatemala volcano all night long, my dear slim then said, watch bratayley, for me with new families, peter sergeant from canberra and ivy gimbert and ivy and peter walked in and said, would you stop singing it up here cause we need some COOL, for earth baked potato baked potato, uhhhh baked potato and then bon scott came up and said, PARTY PARTY, and rock guatemala, while your at it, OK AND we’ll keep this party rolling guatemala volcano malt and lava
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Oh Baby, you've done. Captured my essence and made me think that I exist. For a slit-wrist second in "time". Until them sparks make fire. & take you up in his flames. A bad dream. Filmed right between my starry-eyes. Soul Photography, uhhhh Flashbacks of missin' you. Until then, I will be all black & nothing more. Than a wannabe-writer in the mourning. And a secret-screamer at night.
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Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC
Killuminate Moi.
Stripping myself down to nothing. So I can look pretty, like all them other ***** do. Pixilated to perfection. Welcome, my never-ending nightmare. Bringing myself down, so I can go down onto them? lololollolol Uhhhh I mean, right before they lay down on their backs. Up on a giant silver platter. They're the main course, after all. Funny, cause this pack of wolves. Don’t even like ***** But they're munching on something. ***** ***** & More of them. You're not the only one. The rest of us are still clownin' in the closet. SO Play the chess-chest game. Cause you have to. & Cut off the Queens head. Purple looks better on you anyways.
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May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 2:03 PM UTC
Clownin' In The Closet.
I deep throated a rosary once, so I could feel closer to God. After that, I went to his "friends" house for Sunday Morning Mass & I went up in-flames. Uhhhh I Guess I'm just the anti-christ super-star? No. I'm just a Black haired Bandit.
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Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 6:41 PM UTC
Deep ********* Rosaries.
HEY I'm Alec I'm a groupie I enjoy long walks on the beach and tacos My favorite color is rainbow and unicorns are cool I'm like ***** blonde and I like hats My eyes are brown Uhhhh Yeah PeaceOut
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
An Intro to Alec
I'm cold cold cold. My parent's house is not the escape I was looking for. I lock myself in here without the heat to prove a point. What point, you ask? Well, uhhhh, I don't know. I dug out an old sweatshirt from 6th grade basketball. It's still too big. If I stretch my arms out towards the lack of sky My tiny, chubby, baby hands peek through. They are very cold. I wonder if our babies will have my hands or Javin's. I could never be a communist. The theoretical kind of communism, of course. I am very territorial.
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
Purpurowy
Uh... Uhh.... Uhhhh.... UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... HHHHHEEEEELLLLLPPPPP!!!! The End.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:51 AM UTC
speech phobia part I
I love the way you say my name when we we're making love I love the way you make my body feel , baby I love to hear the way you moan and squeal when I touch you in right place, uh huh I love the way you drop down to your knees I love the way you say uhhhh give to me harder, deeper baby I love the way you just say **** me I want a whole lotta love
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
Whole Lotta Love ***** Version)
Breath hard alright the it done you runt! Ran t whoa that was a title tortoise for me my. Kankakee barer ahhhhhh You think I'm still good, ...? Think I've changed? Maybe ha aha fatti I've still got the touch, the magic touch caçede ahhhhhh ha! Gût you toot I'm just, it's just uhhhh
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
A little talk, just you and me ok.
The best burn I've ever felt came from a small reflection tucked away, strong, removed from temptation. Share your selection: perception. Something about this weather makes me sick, and cuddly. All I want these days is to be alone, with a body, and nobody, and something to help me forget a few things: less personal. Moving around, faster, each by three. So in love with this moment, I start to catch on fire, a page full of **** and forget me please. You tasted better in the morning, I hope I did too. Contamination through determination. We're going back in time for the last time, it's the beginning of moving forward. What haunts us haunts us only in subconscious, so we lay on the floor, curl in the kitchen, inhale: new decisions. Getting on tracks, hearing about the ones that got loose, and the ones that go too close avoiding getting ran over, running over, rereading listening listening listening I can hear you listening in the silence you create: thank you! This progress is beating it's way inside of us, the way we beat into each other. Um, um um um uhhhh Ah cha rah cha cha cha I love you, and I'm not going to say it more than I feel it and I feel it, oh honey, it's coming faster than I do on the weekends. Sttttrrrreeeeetttcccchhhhhhhhhhhh rip feathers, wash away the leathers. Last nights reminder sent me shivering shocked. Your voice is changing, there's more than one and you can talk about her as much as you want, 'cause I spend most my day doing the same thing's inside as you do outside, just we do everything at the same time, so there's no need for questions, because everything's an answer. Answering yes. Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes y e s y eeee sssss ssss ssssss eyy yeeuh yes yesh. I've always liked the shape of a woman, long hair pulled back. It makes sense. Since when? “I just woke up and you're already attacking me, all I want to do is just go to sleep.” you told me when I write, and I proved you wrong. Proved myself wrong. Wrong is a word said quickly and distorted at the same pace, it's manifest destiny in the form of emotions in motion. Wrongwrongwrong wrungwrungwrung riiiing riiiing riiing- don't answer that!
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Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 4:56 PM UTC
mah holly, white christmas.
The best burn I've ever felt came from a small reflection tucked away, strong, removed from temptation. Share your selection: perception. Something about this weather makes me sick, and cuddly. All I want these days is to be alone, with a body, and nobody, and something to help me forget a few things: less personal. Moving around, faster, each by three. So in love with this moment, I start to catch on fire, a page full of **** and forget me please. You tasted better in the morning, I hope I did too. Contamination through determination. We're going back in time for the last time, it's the beginning of moving forward. What haunts us haunts us only in subconscious, so we lay on the floor, curl in the kitchen, inhale: new decisions. Getting on tracks, hearing about the ones that got loose, and the ones that go too close avoiding getting ran over, running over, rereading listening listening listening I can hear you listening in the silence you create: thank you! This progress is beating it's way inside of us, the way we beat into each other. Um, um um um uhhhh Ah cha rah cha cha cha I love you, and I'm not going to say it more than I feel it and I feel it, oh honey, it's coming faster than I do on the weekends. Sttttrrrreeeeetttcccchhhhhhhhhhhh rip feathers, wash away the leathers. Last nights reminder sent me shivering shocked. Your voice is changing, there's more than one and you can talk about her as much as you want, 'cause I spend most my day doing the same thing's inside as you do outside, just we do everything at the same time, so there's no need for questions, because everything's an answer. Answering yes. Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes y e s y eeee sssss ssss ssssss eyy yeeuh yes yesh. I've always liked the shape of a woman, long hair pulled back. It makes sense. Since when? “I just woke up and you're already attacking me, all I want to do is just go to sleep.” you told me when I write, and I proved you wrong. Proved myself wrong. Wrong is a word said quickly and distorted at the same pace, it's manifest destiny in the form of emotions in motion. Wrongwrongwrong wrungwrungwrung riiiing riiiing riiing- don't answer that!
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That sound that instantly unforgettable sound so alien in this setting the garden in front of my home but absolutely unmistakable like hooks in my ears pulling me toward it no resistance couldn't if I tried half grunt half moan all hot need rhythmic repetitive Uhh... uhh... uhhhh! warm Spring day one of the first of the season her windows open she doesn't care or maybe she likes knowing her naked lust echoes across the courtyard for anyone to hear oh, gods the things she is saying! screaming out her ****** crying out for his telling him where she wants it telling him where to put it I'm suddenly dizzy losing my grip on the earth heart racing too fast palms beginning to sweat mouth going dry overwhelmed overcome pummeled by emotions from every direction at once lust of the ****** certainly but also anxiety           this is wrong and fear           what if someone sees me and shame and guilt And jealousy and sadness I wish I could have what she has I wish I could be him and I know that will never happen not for me not anymore those days are long dead cold ash in the ground As her hot screams soften to moist sighs and my lust sours into grief the hooks evaporate forgotten and I turn my back to the strangers' intimate sounds and crawl home
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
Coming Home Again
Yo te extrañare tenlo por seguro fueron tanto bellos y malos momentos que vivimos juntos. los detalles las pequeñas cosas lo que parecia no importante son las que mas invanden mi mente al recordarte. Uhhhh! ojala pudiera devolver el tiempo para verte de nuevo para darte un abrazo y nunca soltarte mas comprendo que llego tu tiempo que Dios te ha llamado para estar a su lado asi el lo quisooo pero yo nunca penseee que doliera tantoooo Coro Ya no llores por mi yo estoy en un luga (lleno de luz) donde existe paz donde no hay maldad donde puedo descansar. No llores por mi estan bello aqui (con calma ire) quiero que seas feliz que te valla bien y cuando te toque partir espero verte aqui Yo te extrañare tenlo por seguro como pensar que la vida puede terminar en un segundo la vida es polvo puede esparcirse en un momento nada trajiste nada te llevas solo lo que habia dentro Yo te extrañare
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Tercer Cielo - Yo Te Extrañare
The curves swerve Like a private seduction Wavy roads marked For ****** success Excessive adrenaline Mixed with hormones Desire sweating pheromones Gasping breath Grasping flesh Shaking off emotional dust By satisfying their lust Spooning in a cocoon Wanting someone Two caterpillars Moaning to become One Butterfly Their parts intertwine Fairy wings fly Going up To come inside Aawww Awwww Uhhhh!
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
****** Butterfly
A fumblin, bumblin' Waste of skin husband No one's going with me, I mean him, As an option *** happened? A premature has been Similar to the *********** situation Uh, So I've heard people sayin' Get the list of con's reigned in A list of pro's has never been Mention every sin in confession But where to begin Actually, here's a better question, Would it even matter in the end? Let's see what happens when I, I mean he, Begins to pretend If faked long enough can it change the trend, Or push it all beyond the mend? Uhhhh, of course, you know, I'm actually askin' for a friend... ©2024
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May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 11:16 AM UTC
~•§•~ What a Waste ~•§•~
little daddy waddy ******* his thumb just like a stuck up little brat i am a man, ya know, run of the mill though i am penniless, but that doesn’t stop me from being talented but dad teased me like a stuck up little brat is what he looks like to me yeah, he helped me but i wasn’t his cool kid, back then what is wrong with me to him, i was trying to be a cool kid dad, to me was a nerd cause he probably only liked together people i tried to gain his respect but i learnt together means theory for ***** i am never going to grow up for dad, but he isn’t around anymore i am a real real man and dad was like a little baby wa wa wa wa wa i liked pat in my head, because i didn’t want to pick fights with dad i was visioning dad as a perfect little gentlemen, what’s wrong with that i probably hear laughing at my mental health TV station idea, what is wrong with that that’ll be fun for the poor and suffering to have a mental health TV station mentally ill people love entertaining i hate voices in my head saying to rob my stuff i was a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life who’s a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life brian’s a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life ha ha ha, i hear voices of old mates protecting me they look like geeks who are trying to be like little homely kids dad never understood that i was trying to be nice he didn’t understand i liked partying at shopping centres i wanted to be a real hotshot cool kid, to all the party young dudes, i liked that i chucked a tantrum because dad wanted me to be with disability workers, i wanted more ya know mucking around in groups with them, yeah they are nice but i am an independent artist and writer aqnd youtube entertainer mind you carers are helping me be an independent artist and writer i was having delusions that my mates pat and lyle were treating me like a little cool kid, they ain’t my daddy’s though dad was, i never got on with him, i wish i did dad tried to say, your one of the young dudes, treating me like him and mummy, i hated that, but i tolerate that now i heard old mates saying, leave the more big bad brainy winey, your not like us, NEVER when i committed that awful act on an 11 year old boy, i heard my mate pat say in my head you are not ever going to be treated like one of US young dudes ever again the voices say to me, i am a cool kid to the young dudes, but i ain’t better though then the voices say, ***** are better, i told the voices, i am not a criminal, i am not a pheadphile i am party loving, poetry loving cool man, dude the voices can say **** till they are blue in the face, i ain’t getting worried, but the voices are annoying me all day, I HATE THAT i tried to be a little cool kid playing cool for people going to bed, and dad said, uhhhh! get away from me, kid dad was a man, and now he’s little betty campbell, see ya betty from cool man brian you see dad up there in NIRVANA, i am the only disabled person in our close knit family and you are being forgotten too, in a way, in the cool way, dad did say, he doesn’t wanna be cool well, this affects betty’s mojo
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
dad, getting his own back ha ha
little daddy waddy ******* his thumb just like a stuck up little brat i am a man, ya know, run of the mill though i am penniless, but that doesn’t stop me from being talented but dad teased me like a stuck up little brat is what he looks like to me yeah, he helped me but i wasn’t his cool kid, back then what is wrong with me to him, i was trying to be a cool kid dad, to me was a nerd cause he probably only liked together people i tried to gain his respect but i learnt together means theory for ***** i am never going to grow up for dad, but he isn’t around anymore i am a real real man and dad was like a little baby wa wa wa wa wa i liked pat in my head, because i didn’t want to pick fights with dad i was visioning dad as a perfect little gentlemen, what’s wrong with that i probably hear laughing at my mental health TV station idea, what is wrong with that that’ll be fun for the poor and suffering to have a mental health TV station mentally ill people love entertaining i hate voices in my head saying to rob my stuff i was a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life who’s a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life brian’s a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life ha ha ha, i hear voices of old mates protecting me they look like geeks who are trying to be like little homely kids dad never understood that i was trying to be nice he didn’t understand i liked partying at shopping centres i wanted to be a real hotshot cool kid, to all the party young dudes, i liked that i chucked a tantrum because dad wanted me to be with disability workers, i wanted more ya know mucking around in groups with them, yeah they are nice but i am an independent artist and writer aqnd youtube entertainer mind you carers are helping me be an independent artist and writer i was having delusions that my mates pat and lyle were treating me like a little cool kid, they ain’t my daddy’s though dad was, i never got on with him, i wish i did dad tried to say, your one of the young dudes, treating me like him and mummy, i hated that, but i tolerate that now i heard old mates saying, leave the more big bad brainy winey, your not like us, NEVER when i committed that awful act on an 11 year old boy, i heard my mate pat say in my head you are not ever going to be treated like one of US young dudes ever again the voices say to me, i am a cool kid to the young dudes, but i ain’t better though then the voices say, ***** are better, i told the voices, i am not a criminal, i am not a pheadphile i am party loving, poetry loving cool man, dude the voices can say **** till they are blue in the face, i ain’t getting worried, but the voices are annoying me all day, I HATE THAT i tried to be a little cool kid playing cool for people going to bed, and dad said, uhhhh! get away from me, kid dad was a man, and now he’s little betty campbell, see ya betty from cool man brian you see dad up there in NIRVANA, i am the only disabled person in our close knit family and you are being forgotten too, in a way, in the cool way, dad did say, he doesn’t wanna be cool well, this affects betty’s mojo
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I want to keep writing, but I'm dying to find the rhyme, my mind is numb and on the run, and I'm feeling so dumb, I gave up everything for a bit of fun, a bit of dope, that made me lose hope, I'd grab the rope and wish to choke, letting those thoughts soak till my heart broke. Yeah Use to wish I was famous with pockets of dough, while out on the road living a life I don't know, and that **** made me real, I started turning down a deal, I don't want to be the one to **** I'd feel I was chill until someone would peel making me tilt and grab a knife wishing I could carve out their insides, so I hid all my feelings and made myself a tranquil, no emotions now and I'm thankful, use to being so hateful, now I walk and I am faithful to a fault, you couldn't pick me for a bloke who use to make loads selling dope, Nah couldn't pick me for a dude who plays the guitar, or drives a ****** car Nah, just wanna blend in, just wanna be a face, just want to be a nobody, for no one to know my name, and that's real, make no mistake, I could bake a cake and all you'd say is "Thanks, uhhhh Blake?" I Always thought I was useless until I found the truth, and now I'm a short shot from being as good as you, I always told myself, I could never be a star, now I tell myself, that I should never give it up, yeah, I'm use to getting hate, use to getting blamed, use to getting **** so I guess we're all the same. (What a shame) I'll fight to stay tranquil, I'll decide when I'm tasteful, If you don't like this little taste fool, You can get out of my Facebook.© Kaleb Webb 2020
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 3:23 PM UTC
Tranquil Fights
I want to keep writing, but I'm dying to find the rhyme, my mind is numb and on the run, and I'm feeling so dumb, I gave up everything for a bit of fun, a bit of dope, that made me lose hope, I'd grab the rope and wish to choke, letting those thoughts soak till my heart broke. Yeah Use to wish I was famous with pockets of dough, while out on the road living a life I don't know, and that **** made me real, I started turning down a deal, I don't want to be the one to **** I'd feel I was chill until someone would peel making me tilt and grab a knife wishing I could carve out their insides, so I hid all my feelings and made myself a tranquil, no emotions now and I'm thankful, use to being so hateful, now I walk and I am faithful to a fault, you couldn't pick me for a bloke who use to make loads selling dope, Nah couldn't pick me for a dude who plays the guitar, or drives a ****** car Nah, just wanna blend in, just wanna be a face, just want to be a nobody, for no one to know my name, and that's real, make no mistake, I could bake a cake and all you'd say is "Thanks, uhhhh Blake?" I Always thought I was useless until I found the truth, and now I'm a short shot from being as good as you, I always told myself, I could never be a star, now I tell myself, that I should never give it up, yeah, I'm use to getting hate, use to getting blamed, use to getting **** so I guess we're all the same. (What a shame) I'll fight to stay tranquil, I'll decide when I'm tasteful, If you don't like this little taste fool, You can get out of my Facebook.© Kaleb Webb 2020
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You were so fine, the way your lips intertwined with mine, so genuine, it was indeed unadulterated bliss. I wish I could taste your beautiful kisses again. For they were purer than the freshest lemonade, more intoxicating than applejack moonshine, sweeter than a Cadbury chocolate fish. I need... uhhhh, I want to kiss you badly.
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
I Wish For Your Beautiful Kisses Baby
It started in the corner of the dining room. His favorite leather shoes set aside to repair on a more convenient day. He would get to it – eventually. In the meantime, both umbrellas that bang and bump in the floorboard of his litterbox car made their way there next to the shoes. Higgin’s yard sale had treasures. A 16 lb. gold-glitter bowling ball, a new set of silverware (new to him) and a VHS of Rocky III which he always wanted to see but would never see hidden deeply in a hoard of lethargy. He goes to the Dollar Store for soap and brandless chocolate, returning with discount storage boxes to organize the growing meant-to’s in the corner. But for now he put them… "uhhhh, there next to the other stuff". Spring is almost here anyway. Here. Was. Gone just before the Summer, Fall, Winter and the next Spring… and 15 Springs after that. One day he woke on the body-worn sofa entombed by stacks of the Hays Daily News. His cold, unhygienic feet reminded him of the shoes he could no longer see buried ‘neath piles of misshapen intentions and a dead cat staining scattered old calendars all crossed off with “How did I get here?”
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
There's Always Tomorrow
I can't sing but I am still cool I have fun in every part of my life I sing how can you tell me your lonely and then go uhhh uhhh uhh Awful I can't sing but I am still cool I know part of the union is political and I know Hannah Montana is inspiring And I know old songs well, I understand a bit of why they were so popular I know pink shoelaces was a boppy old song from way back then But if I try and them I go uhhh uhhhh uhhhb I eat hotdogs at the football And u sing songs while doing the BBQ and I sound awful But I just say I can't sing but I am cool I sing the Giants theme song in the afl and I sing every other theme song and I sounded like an old fog horn I can't sing but I am still cool And it doesn't bother me at all
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC
i can't sing but i am cool
I can't sing but I am still cool I have fun in every part of my life I sing how can you tell me your lonely and then go uhhh uhhh uhh Awful I can't sing but I am still cool I know part of the union is political and I know Hannah Montana is inspiring And I know old songs well, I understand a bit of why they were so popular I know pink shoelaces was a boppy old song from way back then But if I try and them I go uhhh uhhhh uhhhb I eat hotdogs at the football And u sing songs while doing the BBQ and I sound awful But I just say I can't sing but I am cool I sing the Giants theme song in the afl and I sing every other theme song and I sounded like an old fog horn I can't sing but I am still cool And it doesn't bother me at all
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC
i can't sing but i am cool
I can't sing but I am still cool I have fun in every part of my life I sing how can you tell me your lonely and then go uhhh uhhh uhh Awful I can't sing but I am still cool I know part of the union is political and I know Hannah Montana is inspiring And I know old songs well, I understand a bit of why they were so popular I know pink shoelaces was a boppy old song from way back then But if I try and them I go uhhh uhhhh uhhhb I eat hotdogs at the football And u sing songs while doing the BBQ and I sound awful But I just say I can't sing but I am cool I sing the Giants theme song in the afl and I sing every other theme song and I sounded like an old fog horn I can't sing but I am still cool And it doesn't bother me at all
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC
i can't sing but i am cool
shove your **** in my face let me lick them uhhhh so ******* big ******* hard as diamonds cut my jugular from the lack of blood we'll call it ********** asphyxiation let me lick you ***** like ice cream shove those **** in my face i'm gonna milk you cow lady smack that *** ******* derek jeter smack that *** this is going to be a good time as the crowd goes wild :)
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
freedom
You want to hear me, turn a phrase? about my legs, go on for days? about my hair, of raven locks push back the hands & stop the clocks? I'll whisper gently, in your ear draw you close, & hold you near lay down your head upon my breast, to feel the heat my beating chest, I'll move my hips to music playing our bodies move, as we are swaying I'll kiss you here, I'll kiss you there taking off, the clothes you wear.. I'll touch with hands, caressing skin I'll do it once, & then again Lips that taste, like sweetest cherry... No my name, it isn't Sherry!? Excuse me? Uhhhh... OK.. Time to go home. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
"Lips Like Who?"
Haiku's are stupid Why would anyone read this? I've wasted your time.
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
uhhhh...yeah
How am I supposed to feel beautiful if beauty is specified? I mean,I'm different! You tell me to love myself yet you always point out the negatives in me, Can't you just let me be? If you have nothing good to say just shut up! I'm not in denial of my flaws,I just don't need a constant reminder..
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
#uhhhh