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11.17.2006, 03:24 AM
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invito al cielo
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: outside L.A
Posts: 5,156
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Welcome to the world of angels where mormons are the rulers and faggots die when coming to terms with their sexuality. Single moms are tasered because they do not honor the sanctity of marriage. Ah! love is drained down to the last bottle of scotch. Sexual deviants are to be killed at sight. Gesus is spelled Jesus. Welcome to America, the land of dreams; and welcome to the backwoods of America, the land of the unfortunate. Sexy unapologetic pastors sexualise their sermons with vivid images of our Lord Jesus crusade to save the world. And God is crucified on the irisis of the employees of the IRS. Dump all your dreams on buckets of carved skin. Freights of distilled memories of all the humanities childhood are being served to nostalgic rich men. A man finally had an abortion HIS PENIS!!! Old perverts die in pools of young teenage girls semen. Guys with vaginas understand the world-view better with a keen outlook for a negative world. Single men die on the bed of horny old hags. Children dream of monsters that equate the same images of their mothers while being drunk on the tunes of time. Welcome to the world of sex, from the view of a lost child in god's memory.
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11.17.2006, 06:22 AM
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invito al cielo
Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: the party
Posts: 10,281
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my parents are mormon, dont talk shit motherfucker
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11.17.2006, 08:45 AM
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invito al cielo
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Singapore
Posts: 3,791
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The sky is pink, like the underbelly of a river fish; intertwined with grey splotches of steel, clouds that run like streams of melted tin; colors run and mingle with each other in the pollutant-enriched horizon, brown earth scorched black. Dying branches cling hopefully to yellowed, crackling leaves; and the wind carries whispers of infection and disease; caressing gently the sleeping oceans, green-grey and indomitable; filth leaking into its veins and arteries and tributaries; like the bleeding of Earth itself. The fish flop on the broken shores of blonde sand, struggling to comprehend the inanity of death. The dolphins glide and wave their fins to the people on shore, as if signalling their displeasure. The tuna nets tremble in the glistening water.
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11.17.2006, 12:22 PM
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Banned
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: NYC
Posts: 4,055
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That Van Damme loop rules.
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