This is the story of the lost and the damned Loved nobody and misplaced their faith Sold their souls so their integrity got slammed A few were kinda dark and cool But mostly they were crazy and kinda scary If you thought they considered you a friend you were a fool {and one was a serious closet fairy} For them the world was a cruel shade of blue Reckoning their sins came at a very high cost More than this outlaw crew Could stand to bare, being so cursed and lost I am not sure if they ever came to realize They were the reason for their own demise But really they long ago lost hope They were just too fucking broke and strung out on dope Bad Billy peed on the wall LaLa & Greg ran from the law And really that is what started it all:
JT did wicked tattoos Or sold poetry in smoke, you choose Jason was just no damn good Started a horrible war simply because he sucked With his friend Stacy, who was totally misunderstood He was a dog and thought he was fucked Mark turned out to be the big theif Jeff would always be kinda weird and shady Stef remained in disbelief To truth.... (and Carla was no lady She was a sneak and a liar to boot) Rachel told endless stupid lies Joe had a job and thought he was cute Sammy's brain was completely fried Big Jamie went to jail and found God Mike was a sociopath, a ZERO Jimmy played leader to this squad Jamie ended being no one's hero Duane was a naked drinker so he had to fight like a pit bull And Tom was just a serious bitch Michelle at least was always cool Steve broke both legs and once flipped his car in a ditch....
This was the crew that made a black pact With Satan himself, to attend the Monsters Ball A frightening and horrible fact To all the world that wished only to see them fall They sent this last wake up call Life was hard enough they wished to say So that is why they met that night and had a suicide ball The music stopped that dark day So, fuck you that's all
I honestly don't understand how one ca go through life without knowing important facts like these!!
1) A crocodile cannot stick it's tongue out
2) Starfish do not have brains
3)Butterflies taste with their feet
4)Cats urine glows under a black light
5) On average people fear spiders more than they do death
6)The strongest muscle in the body is the TONGUE
7)The average human eats eight spiders in their lifetime at night
8) Polar bears are left handed
9)Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynomite
10)A dragonfly has a lifespan of 24 hours
11) A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds
12) Most lipstick contains fish scales
13) Humanthigh bones are stronger than concrete
14)The average person has over 1460 dreams a year
15)There are over one million animal species on earth
16)One in four Americans has appeared on Television
17) A cockroach can live several weeks with it's head cutoff-- it dies from starvation
18) Dolphins sleep with one eye open
19)In ten minutes a hurricane releases more energy than all the nuclear weapons combined
20) On average, a 100 people choke on ballpoint pens a year
21) The average person falls asleep in seven minutes
22) If you keep a goldfish in a dark room eventually it will turn white
23)One person in two billion will live to be older than 116
24) A whale's penis is called a dork
I remember the wicked men of our past The ones we used to seduce and fuck In misguided attempts to get what we want We took risks and hung out in sleazy bars Went to drive-ins and made out in the backseat of cars We cruised dick with a violent fever A hunger like vampires raged forever
I know the same losers now as than My personal road of hate washed in sin Of what could have been if not for them and the scars tattooed on my heart Of too many lies, rancid stench of desperate good-bye's So what if everyone thought we were cool We were whores murdering our souls With chemicals and porn, cigarettes and orgies We jazzed the summer we made the rules Now it's winter-- we are junkies and fools
Tomorrow lays in the destiny of yesterday Dreams bled of festering indifference Rotted and died along the streets where we stay Youth infected too soon with viral angst and hate Dormant malignant dread was the fence Around our putrid soul and we learned too late The worthless wrong of our existence
I don't need a friend
Fuck the world-- I need a drink
Damn it!
Fuck through the pain
Because life hurts
The world is burning down
Smell the smoke?
The bodies burning?
What to do
Pour gasoline over my head
Sit on the sidewalk
Smoke a cigarette
It's not over
Until we're all dead
dandelions and other things i lay in the sunshine let you inside me colors and pixie stix lollipop screams when i was young i thought my life was arbitrary, now i am thirty-two and my philosophies remain the same-- hey what's today? what's your name? there are secret fears, raindrops and tears too great they fill me never aristotle once said, i meant to quote him here but shit, blah, blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah
Beautiful Monster I see you looking at me ~~So, Monster What do you see? A girl who maybe drank Too much liquor? Beautiful Monster Why aren't you smiling? Neither am I Monster-- Are you hating me And do you concur That your just like me Why must you lure Them into your world If your not happy? Maybe you'd prefer To not be a Monster And just be her? If you weren't just my reflection Would you still be a Monster Or just me?
Me: I believe in hedonism as the one and only path to enlightenment. It's my personal road to Zion.
Jason {Dirk}: The drag of my cigarette, the taste of this wine, the speed up my nose...
Me: The dick I am going to suck tonight is all that matters. It's all I need to survive. I believe in self destruction, not self improvement.
Jason {Dirk}: In order to create you have to destroy?
Me: It's like when Stef came in tonight, she had stubbed her toe and it's an open wound, bleeding everywhere, it's chaos. After a few days, that open wound is going to crust over, after that it will completely heal. New Skin. You've created order out of chaos.
Jason {Dirk}: You've created something new, I get it, self destruction is a self finding process.
Me: You need pain in order to feel again.
Jason {Dirk}: I believe that clothes, cars, jobs, social/educational statuses, money, fame, and the size of a cock in one's pants do not define a person.
Me: I believe in pacifism, equal rights for woman and penis's, the LGBT community, and people with a different eye color. I believe in loyalty as the most important character in a person. I believe in literature, music, film, art and love. I believe in humanity.
Stef yells at us, "Are you ready to go yet??"
{my trick is at motel six--the dick I am sucking tonight}
This is a short piece submitted by my eccentric, extremely strange friend, Jason Morgan aka Dirk Diggler. Jason recently revealed his desire to become a middle aged porn star, and plans on pursuing this dream following the successful return from his quest to find a lost treasure...and what's a million between friends??
Quotes of Fleeb from Fleeberville - Porn the Ma,,,,ll
Porn and torn,
skinworn raw,
from fastness and from growing in ma
scapers salivate to mow the the new lawn
hot ed puss lore, walks through the door
with an all in sign,
for the front yard fountain that running behind,
I had come to interview him. I was working on a piece on the Texas prison system, and I remembered the case from a decade ago. Matt Miller had been convicted of killing the lady he loved. He had tied her to a bed and set the house on fire.
When they brought Miller down, I was struck by how pathetically harmless he looked, a skinny hunched over pale and frail man in his fifties. He had a scraggly growth covering his chin and his longish brown hair was greasy as if he hadn’t bathed for a few days. He kept his eyes down and shuffled across to the chair, he sat and remained looking with his head down. I thanked him for agreeing to the interview. I informed him I had spoke with Jay Marks yesterday. You could see him tense in anger at the mention of Marks name, as it was him she had run off to when she had crawled out the window the last time she left. Marks had told me she had always tried to be nice to Miller, feeling a bit sorry for him. She was had only come back to get her things, he said. She always was so sure he would not cause her any harm despite what Marks and others had said was a man whom was so obsessed and had stalked her for three years.
Matt Miller had already confessed to the crime. I guess I wanted to know why he did it, what drove him to burn her alive?
“You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when your with them?”
“I can’t tell you what it really is but I can tell you what it feels like. I was high off the love, drunk from my hate, like I was huffing paint. I love it the more I suffer, I sufficate. And right before I drown she resuscitates me. She fucking hates me and I love it.”
“She would tell me she was leaving me and I would say no you ain’t, come back. It was so insane but here we go again. I would beg her to come back and tell her lies. Swore I would never hit her, never do anything to hurt her. Yet I here I was spewing venom while I spit, couldn’t stand to look at her it made me sick. It was the rage it would just take over. She thought it best we just go our separate ways, and I promised her I would show some restraint. But that was one day and the next day it would be different. I knew I was like a broken record, and I would just watch her go.”
He hung his head and was quiet for a long time. I finally spoke, and I asked him so what happened that last day, when she came to get her clothes? He told me what he told her, and this is what he said:
Now I know we said things
Did things
That we didn’t mean
And we fell back
Into the same patterns
Same routine
But your temper’s just as bad
As mine is
Your the same as me
When it comes to love
Your just as blinded
Baby please come back
It wasn’t you
Baby it was me....
All I know is
I love you too much
To walk away though
Come inside
Pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don’t you hear sincerity
In my voice when I talk
Told you this was my fault
Look me in the eyeball
He looked at me and with tears and a deep look of a haunting agony, he last spoke, “ I apologized, even though I knew it was lies. I was tired of the games, I just wanted her back.”
The news report from ten years previous claimed that Miller went crazy and tied her to the bed and than set the house on fire. Neighbors watched in horror as Miller was armed and kept anyone from attempting rescue. The steamy night was heavy with smoke from the fire and gunfire was exchanged waiting for the police to come. (Some said it was over forty-five minutes before they actually arrived on the scene, and by than it was too late.) That Miller was taken into custody was attributed to Jason Morgan a friend of the deceased, who was skilled with weaponery and was able to shoot Miller in the leg and apprehend him. His wife, Steph told of how she cried and pleaded with him wondering if he was just going to stand there and watch her burn? Before finally crying she didn’t mind because she liked the way it felt and she loved the way Miller had always just lied. These were the words that haunted most whom had been there that day.
Further disturbing was the fact that Miller had apparently been stalking her for almost three years and she had tried many times previous to get away. Friends of both Miller and the victim that did not want their names to be given and asked to be referred to just as Sammy and Karla said Miller has said the next time she left, well there would be no next time, according to Miller.
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Domestic Abuse is Never OK!
Domestic abuse can happen to anyone and is often overlooked or denied or excused.
Domestic abuse is one partner in any relationship seeks to control or dominate the other. It can not only be in the form of physical violence, but also in psychological and emotional abuse. The abuser will manipulate, intimidate, guilt, lie,
shame or whatever means possible until they wear down the other party. This is all to keep you under their thumb and control you. Their is nothing fair about an abuser and they will threaten you with any means. Abuse is never the right thing and no one deserves to be abused.
Domestic abuse does not discriminate. It can be between heterosexual as well as same sex couples, all ages, ethnic backgrounds and economic levels. Though it is often the man whom is the abuser it may also be the female in the relationship.
Everyone deserves to feel valued, respected and safe. Abuse is never acceptable.
National Domestic Hotline: 1-800-799-7233
Recognizing Abuse is the first step to stopping it!!!
People who are being abused may:
1. Seem afraid or anxious to please their partner.
2. Go along with everything their partner says and does.
3. Check in often with their partner to report where they are and what they’re doing.
4. Receive frequent, harassing phone calls from their partner.
5. Talk about their partner’s temper, jealousy, or possessiveness.
People who are being physically abused may:
1. Have frequent injuries, with the excuse of “accidents.”
2. Frequently miss work, school, or social occasions, without explanation.
3. Dress in clothing designed to hide bruises or scars (e.g. wearing long sleeves in the summer or sunglasses indoors).
People who are being isolated by their abuser may:
1. Be restricted from seeing family and friends.
2. Rarely go out in public without their partner.
3. Have limited access to money, credit cards, or the car.
People who are being abused may:
1. Have very low self-esteem, even if they used to be confident.
2. Show major personality changes (e.g. an outgoing person becomes withdrawn).
3. Be depressed, anxious, or suicidal.
People who are being abused may:
1. Have very low self-esteem, even if they used to be confident.
2. Show major personality changes (e.g. an outgoing person becomes withdrawn).
3. Be depressed, anxious, or suicidal.
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