Saturday, March 11, 2006

fuck off you hacks

stop touching the paint its still wet
you are trying my patience with all these words that all add up to look at me bullshit in scratched out silk stained with oil and filth of a malignant soul
put off by all of these shit talking cancerous void barring mouth pieces
who knows what and who knows who
just following the leader to the edge of the wang of america and taking cues from a narcicstic idiocincratic madman who charles manson would call boring and demand the return of his friends

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