You say we'll talk soon
But that's just jibber jabber
You always forget
We're important, right?
Then why don't you give a shit
That we're all so sad?
Sit there in your room
Behind your fucking closed door
Then I can't smell you
Disgust tastes like poo
And all I can feel near you
Is Disgust. Disgust.
Perhaps you will see
When in your desperation
That I was too good
I worked too damn hard
I gave you too fucking much
You repaid with 'tude
There will be no nice
Klae to give you hints and tips
Come July you're screwed.
Fuck you fuck you fuck
You fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you, ass.
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- The Velawesomeraptor Himself (
clayrobeson) wrote,
The Velawesomeraptor Himself
clayrobeson
Epic Haiku, Chapter II
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"We take our wines seriously -- ourselves, not as much."
My video application was pretty straight forward and serious. Not a whole lot of time to be me when there's only 60 seconds to tell the world all the…
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It's raining WHAT?!
A Gaythering Storm from Jane Lynch
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I think I have a problem...
I'm having WAY too much fun with this puppet... He's even got his own blog and twitter account now... me SILLY!
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