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Posted by
on Saturday, December 04 @ 23:29:12 UTC
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: bastards
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on Saturday, December 04 @ 23:29:12 UTC
Anonymous writes:: " Oh dear!
What have I done?
These fuck faces hate,
My writings out comes,
So Shakespeare’s,
Tell me more,
For what I write to you,
Takes no thoughts at all,
I just write,
Or,
I just type,
I give no effort,
To actually place my brilliance in mind,
In giving you all,
Brilliant writings from my precious time,
Go suck a dick,
All of you in time,
For pussies reach no where,
When they worry through time,
So if you all think that,
Your writings are significant,
Don't let me go into my books,
Of many great words of magnificence,
For if you ever read,
"Too near"! "The Sweet Rose",
And "Left without you",
Guest what fuck faces,
Off the top of my head they spew,
Read my meaningful shit,
Not the shit I write to give these rights,
Of that bitch who sad she is going to tell the owner,
Some entertainment in spice,
People!
I am just adding entertainment,
To your prick headed lives,
Or if you really want to hear poetry,
Watch what next I type.
Oh dear!
What have I done?
These fuck faces hate,
My writings out comes,
So Shakespeare’s,
Tell me more,
For what I write to you,
Takes no thoughts at all,
I just write,
Or,
I just type,
I give no effort,
To actually place my brilliance in mind,
In giving you all,
Brilliant writings from my precious time,
Go suck a dick,
All of you in time,
For pussies reach no where,
When they worry through time,
So if you all think that,
Your writings are significant,
Don't let me go into my books,
Of many great words of magnificence,
For if you ever read,
"Too near"! "The Sweet Rose",
And "Left without you",
Guest what fuck faces,
Off the top of my head they spew,
Read my meaningful shit,
Not the shit I write to give these rights,
Of that bitch who sad she is going to tell the owner,
Some entertainment in spice,
People!
I am just adding entertainment,
To your prick headed lives,
Or if you really want to hear poetry,
Watch what next I type.
"
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Re: bastards (Score: 1)
by randy on Sunday, December 05 @ 16:50:24 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | | does your giant head even fit through the doorway to the toilet you must have been sitting on when you came up with this shit.FUCKING MORON ! ! ! ! ! ! ! |
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