random garblei love fishes cause they\'re so delicious! i love fishes!random garble
actually, i dont particularly enjoy gold fish crackers if they are in front of me, i\'ll eat them, but i dont go out of my way to attain them i do, however, enjoy root beer i can\'t live with out my root beer hey, look at that my girlfriend thinks i\'m mad at her isn\'t she crrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaazy?
not too crazy, i guess i dunno.... i still love her, dont get me wrong but she reeeeeally screwed up and that is what i decided my movie will be about!
yes, i decided to make a movie
cheesy valentine poemi really don’t deserve you you deserve much more than me my horoscope is saying i need a snap of reality when i’m with you i just wanna scream, cause it’s such a wonderful dream! and if you’d give me a little time would you be my valentine?cheesy valentine poem
m u c h * l o v e
french vanilla ice creamintangible sorrow is gripping spine tingling heart ripping just about dripping can she see in my eyes what\'s bothering me? \"what\'s wrong?\" damn, she noticed! \"nothing\" i say now i lied i\'m a liar how could i tell her? she\'s so happy right now look at that smile that earth-moving smile and look at her eyes i....i can see the world in her eyes ..............wow i love how she does that to look in her eyes makes me realize that nothing is wrong her laugh is beautiful music washing over me efrench vanilla ice cream
the hate for herthe silence is painful torturous and audible screaming in my head the scornful hatred lingering, enveloping contradicting, betraying unruly, unwelcome hypocritically baiting inadequately hating i don’t need to, don’t want to i’d give anything not to what’s that awful smell? it’s the feeling of hell burning and scorching the back of my skull the endless apologies a barrage of empty self pity, it seems they fall to the ground with hardly a sound still standing here unscathed, unconquered only broken-hearted tthe hate for her
ina gada da vida
would you rather be free or safe?
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-Jet
To be great is to be misunderstood ~ Emerson
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
actually, mike's way cooler than mr. owl will ever be.
::rips off mike's clothes, smothers him in kisses::
guess who?
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