what a nice day for a pencil kiss
tie a knot in what you could've mist
late times evolution's bronze wretched autograph a dirty lime's solution's gone when trampled by a giraffe what a world you may have to die i'm a eunuch so i'm allowed to die
tip tip tip
theHOLYmajorsEIGHTY-SIXjarAisLIQIUDfull of piss itGUARANAwasWAYSonGUNhisGLASS scavengers list he
AlookedTOtheApee
drankDEADitKILLwithKNIFEgleePILL
andPIRANHAwentANDfor a s&m tryst
TRICK MY ASS INTO BEING STUPIFIED!!!
TRICK MY ASS INTO BELIEVEING SUICIDE!!!
widow lashes rambunctious pet names
for the settled ones who went away.
a chuva ajustou os tons para uma morte em sua cabeça que preached a lima da viúva e a finge sofrer seus pés
i can't stand it (raygun on field)
i can't stand it (raygun you can't feel)
holy carcass a winter spark of bloom
an eternal instant with solid beliefs
well they're gone
what can you do
for the ones who cannot feel
Copyright 2003 azazel
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