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Introduction beating the odds of the life itself make me curl up in a ball, like the hole just made itself it’s just for now, you made it hell, You can’t begin to separate yourself I truely know why it is this way but why now If you know this hurt, then why can’t you touch me We walk again, but we’re still friends, so stop telling me we’ll start this over again. If is it end? Adele; he never sleeps without thinking of her. There is no life after you close you eyes Something hurts real bad, but you still in my way There is nothing that petrifies me more. You exist to make me a statue. and when you take me down you don’t put another there. You leave the space and you smile at my face. You trust my thoughts and myself explodes. I lose my strength and I lose my hope. I lose my reason and I lose my friends. I lose my trust all I have got left. Is a little smile from you, yeah, just enough. To let me know everything will be okay All I’ve got left is a little smile from you Just enough to let me know everything will be okay. I wanted you to konw, but now I know you alwas did, It’s just another way to stir the stew. You walk in a field. And I will never see you again....... Adele; pushes him down further. You are so far away from me now you stabbed me and smiled, but then you walked away. How will you know where I am and will you even care? I will never see you again! You tortuous sadistic lier You tortous sadistic lier I love you. You dragged me in the dirt and spit in my face. I love you In 10 years one of us will be dead or dying and I am afraid because it is me. I am going to die. I think of the end and I wonder, Who are you? Did I ever know you? you foolish dumb bitch. Can’t you remember what it was like? or was it never like that, or was it, I will never know. You were alwas here. You never let me see your face. You never let see your face...... Adele; Cuts herself There is a dark twisted alley that you live in. Nobody can come down. You hid yourself well. oh Adele cuts herself. Everybody doesn’t even know that you exist. I know you’re out there but I’ll never know where. You can never explain but only listen You cut yourself. You cut yourself. You cut yourself. It makes you feel better. You can’t cut yourself any deeper. You cut me. I tried to resist. You cut me deeper. I told you “no, this is for you” But you insisted and you cut me deeper. I screamed and the life came out. You pushed down hard on the knife. You wanted to cut me deeply. You comforted and soothed me and told me “It’s okay, it takes away the pain.” You cut me deeper still. I couldn’t stop you, I was dying. The blood was gone from my veins and my heart pumped dry. Your heart beat faster. You still cut me. Then you returned to cutting yourself. I was dead, but I still sow you crying happily as the blade went in and out of your skin. I sank into the earth with the other dead bodies and my eyes rolled back into my skull. This is the way it was, and this is what you did, and now I will never see you again. I will never see you again.

The beuty of your face marks the end of the line try to get out without carrying any misfortune is added to the amount all my tears are dry, but nothing will ever go away so Kill me, Adele, for the rich, for the scathing, for the ruined with nails in your arms and chains down your throat any time will hurt like the cold of winter put me in a metal cage where I can see myself, kiss me untill I can spit my heart out on a plate and feed to the dogs. The most tender of blades, the most painfull of caresses You aggrivate the rotting inside me and force it to continue NO LAST WORDS

Carbon-Factory limits the amount of beans to a man. Augmented feelings of propsal, Joe Steele said. Smile like a Turkey for me you underwater crowned fish with hate, no thorns were my friend. ------ When are we going back to the middle where this “hole” thing was. Sunny desk had me going oh at least an hour prior. Joe Steele tought me some things about Stalin. , knowing it was her last ciggerette of the day she sucked quickly and blew dry. She speaks bright and in the center Locker #165 is empty because we got Salads We’re going to “bend out” all those inside of us, My body is humaen, Rape is one G away from a fruit, Henry The Box Man is a killer. ----- The Exothermic temperatures are rising, can you take it? If we all exhale the squiggs, then we are muggs, (porte swift). Can of Mace. Billy ain’t my brother know I and know he was. “Isn’t the horse dead?” asked the professional If you don’t break their arms, go and to Stop where the temperatures are rising. Ready the “let’s-get-go” set-cakes, and put the flowers down Rex’s throught (he caughs) Dogs and all the mexicans. AWAIT THE DRAGON Fetish after Fetus thought. Nother purs open the leaking sound of pissing off. If you come back then please stay, the relationship between me and You friend is in a circle--- So you think you are the king and You think you are the queen and you smell a rat everyday and you thank the closet everyday And you murder our feelings with your shining axe and the vicious dimension of love. The Last Ciggerette Of The Day........................To Be smoked with aftertaste.

A ventricle presented as sour. so it won’t attract a swarm. seven years of lying under the soil gives the strength of gods to those who will accept When the good sun is vanquished by the dark. A human with guilt, tries to climb upon us, what she doesn’t know, can ruin her soul. ashes of victems I breathe into my lungs. a ciggerette to numb the impalement. But she will be looking above, when they are inbetween Grab her they will. Gratefull they are A Heart in four pieces-spread across the world. Some will try to find one but it will not work unless all together. I will retrogress to a stature and wait untill time will make the earth. Nor I will fight for a mirror.

Only friends wake me from sleep I dream I dream I dream I dream Seagull is complete only the running given what you take you may go hunting Sandy Silence windy Violence Violence Violence taking it for the row.... Once up, you can’t stop I don’t think you can Seagull is complete only the running given what you take you may go hunting Who stole my blackberries? Are they in the soup Who stole my black berries Have they rapped with snoop Am I North Carolina Am I South Carolina Am I just a stump in the water that’s like a plant in the sunshine I’ve Discovered a mystery and it will be a mystery until time unfolds wondering and wondering and pondering and thinking about spending time with you darling honey babey spend a lifetime with me babey, won’t you marry me. Become my slave, I won’t beat you I promise, Because I love you.

This is about eggs-- --I knew she had-- Epidemic regions of her brain Fogged out and cleared by her mental state She’s on a bomb> >officially dead. You gotta wonder where they all come from She’s a stuffed pig. Figure out where the last few are, because this damn town can’t stand for anymore cracked eggs. they’re running lose. I’ve....known....all my wives by their barcode. I keep them in cages--I keep them on chains. I make them want to crawl back inside of their warm eggs. Mutated ARCHS But afterwards, all the shells are alwas swept away and nobody remebers the mess they made They killed my parents from the eggs.

Sleeping isn’t calling to me after the battle, he has exhausted all He cries, but he lives. She watches from the courner she holds very still she holds very still covered in shame, agressive like a child thing calms the rage, augmented of the five sleeping isn’t calling to me she holds very still she holds very still isn’t a silent glance a indefinate reapproach from a kiss?

I am just a lonely traveler Is it gloom that delays an interview with The Deity? Or is fire for sin? Whichever, none are treated as a problem but as a fundament. Life is known by the way, that which we Say “Afterwards we clean ourselves” This is my fate To Stop and To Obey, A clean child You cannot imitate the facist feeling, but loving is okay Stuck, in this, Maelstrom of a world, Like a snake it finds, Like a snake it finds, the truth can be sorted Diliad Conscrate, Atticet, pour-on, Atriarium, As you said to your cleric, you must assert yourself amongst the walking dead. Explaining to them that there is existance, but it is never with them. We hurt our own. Mortality is not a consequence. Still, we hurt our own. Beg for amnesty. Some people lend me some piece of mind. There will be an onslaught of genocidic dimensions. People are not Capital. I spell in the lower-case. I forwarn in the 7th degree. Feticide will usher butchery Stuck, in this, Maelstrom of a world, Like a snake it finds, Like a snake it finds, the truth can be sorted Splein, ask me if I have a Splien, tell when you are not Dying, It connects it connects me, IF A SNAKE IS BUTCHERY!! Sign me up for your next lie, You can claim it isn’t mine. Take your time like assignments do our hazard. I expect the outcome of certain things, I do not fortell or prophesize. Some people lend me some piece of mind. There will be an onslaught of genocidic dimensions. People are not Capital. I spell in the lower-case. There is no clairvoyance. You can not make it thus. Atrium is my ventricle You make me so Placid. There is no clairvoyance………. It does not exist. But we do.....please protect us!

Intoxicate my only son that’s living with your poison End him this way annoint his food upon his table with your poison you are my fear. Oh hear me!!

Even grass grows in the wrong place, here Everyone knows, we’re spent and through we’ve got more things, things to do I’m not going to, understand----why but you will learn why that sands smile that way at you they’ve got something of yours Why does the rain, mutter, about you? It has seen what you havn’t