Thursday, 25 March 2010
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Monday, 8 March 2010
42
A year ago six years ago
I was a boy
six years ago
then I was fucked
then I was fucked
I came and came
and I have fucked
Sex broke my back
It broke my heart
I feel like
I'm at the start
I walked with her
I walked in lines
With the dog at my side
and my head in 12 fines
I held her hand
I kissed her lips
I placed my hands
around his hips
I hit his dick
He hit my head
I kissed her face
Inside her bed
I told her love
I told him love
I hated God
I hated love
I grew through years
through one or six
But now all I do
Is think of fat dicks
I was a boy
six years ago
then I was fucked
then I was fucked
I came and came
and I have fucked
Sex broke my back
It broke my heart
I feel like
I'm at the start
I walked with her
I walked in lines
With the dog at my side
and my head in 12 fines
I held her hand
I kissed her lips
I placed my hands
around his hips
I hit his dick
He hit my head
I kissed her face
Inside her bed
I told her love
I told him love
I hated God
I hated love
I grew through years
through one or six
But now all I do
Is think of fat dicks
Monday, 22 February 2010
Apathy Palace
I'm still stuck in apathy palace
These burgundy walls of hatred
and lost time
Slipping away
Bricks made of sand
seeping into cracks of my mind
and my eyes
My third eye shooting around
the boneskull
like water over skin
I'm still stuck in these walls
in this cave
ever close
ever in.
These burgundy walls of hatred
and lost time
Slipping away
Bricks made of sand
seeping into cracks of my mind
and my eyes
My third eye shooting around
the boneskull
like water over skin
I'm still stuck in these walls
in this cave
ever close
ever in.
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
Saturday, 30 January 2010
PHOTD
When your back aches after a long shift and you realise you won't be doing any uni work tomorrow.
Saturday, 23 January 2010
BLATH
Everybody's drunk
Vodka, whiskey
rum and beer
The kitchen's a fucking tip
and the work-top's never clear
The music's always buzzing
a dnb or indie track
I prefer com pop
so I think that's pretty whack
The dirty dishes building up
there's pasta in a bowl
I'm sure it's been there at least two days
So that is fucking fowl.
We've got some people coming over
for a bevy and a dance
I think we're playing ring of fire
It'll put us in a trance
Student life
it's oh so fucking obvious
It's dirty
and I love it
Vodka, whiskey
rum and beer
The kitchen's a fucking tip
and the work-top's never clear
The music's always buzzing
a dnb or indie track
I prefer com pop
so I think that's pretty whack
The dirty dishes building up
there's pasta in a bowl
I'm sure it's been there at least two days
So that is fucking fowl.
We've got some people coming over
for a bevy and a dance
I think we're playing ring of fire
It'll put us in a trance
Student life
it's oh so fucking obvious
It's dirty
and I love it
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