Hey YOU
fuckboy are you listenin
come lets start the !!show!!
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Thursday, October 10, 2013
aTTENTINO:
IF YOU FUCK WITH THE PMUP
TURN OFF THAT SMUT BOY!!
grow a fucking pair of balls
pussy
maybe try recording on tape?
maybe try using roto toms?
think about using LESS GUITAR?
jeSUs! sreiously!
spunk pump. not kidding
wrap a belt around your fucking neck
has your dreams ever make you kill a self !
sayonara suckers
IF YOU FUCK WITH THE PMUP
TURN OFF THAT SMUT BOY!!
grow a fucking pair of balls
pussy
maybe try recording on tape?
maybe try using roto toms?
think about using LESS GUITAR?
jeSUs! sreiously!
spunk pump. not kidding
wrap a belt around your fucking neck
has your dreams ever make you kill a self !
sayonara suckers
D, O, M, E, S
THE FUTURE OF THE WORLD
OF DOME
SPIT BLOOD IN YOUR 'PARTNER'S MOUTH'
AND SUCK
SOME TEETH
THE FUTURE OF THE WORLD
OF DOME
SPIT BLOOD IN YOUR 'PARTNER'S MOUTH'
AND SUCK
SOME TEETH
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miqAJ3nnGqk
SPUNK PUMP IN THE MIDST OF MASSIV EBREAKDOWN
WE ARE OKAY I PROMISE
ONYL A FEW PROBLEMS IN
THE FUTURE
SPUNK PUMP IN THE MIDST OF MASSIV EBREAKDOWN
WE ARE OKAY I PROMISE
ONYL A FEW PROBLEMS IN
THE FUTURE
Monday, September 30, 2013
HUH? EVER WONDERED WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE TOSSED THROUGH THE ATMOSPHERE? IMAGINE A SMALL RUBBER BALL. THATS YOU WHEN YOU GET KICKED UP AT AN ANGLE AND FLY THROUGH THE AIR UNTIL YOU REACH THE PEAK. EXCEPT A SUDDEN WIND PICKS UP AND LIFTS YOU HIGHER THAN THAT...
WHEN YOU ZONE OUT FOR A MINUTE AND THEN THE WIND KEEPS BLOWING AND YOU THINK MAN HOW HIGH CAN I REALLY GET. YOU WERE KICKED BY A TALL MAN WHO LOOKS LIKE YOUR FATHER IF YOUR FATHER WERE A YELLOW GIANT. A BIG TALL YELLOW MAN WITH A FOOT LIKE A PENDULUM AND HE LIFTS UP SWINGS DOWN AND UP YOU GO, HIGHER AND HIGHER UNTIL THE ONLY THING YOU SEE IS UP, UP, UP TOWARDS THE SUN AND THE SKY. IT IS A BIG BLUE AND YELLOW AND ORANGE MASS, A PUDDING OF THE AIR THAT MAKES YOU MELT. WHEN SHOULD YOU START TO FALL? YOU ARE WEIGHTLESS YOU PIECE OF SHIT. YOU CANT FALL YOU CAN ONLY RISE. AT ONCE YOU CONVERGE WITH YOUR FEAR. YOU ARE AFRAID OF FALLING BUT YOU ARE EVEN MORE AFRAID OF NOT FALLING. YOU HAVE EXCEEDED 160 CHARACTERS. CONTENT IS GONE. GRAVITY IS GONE AND IT WONT COME BACK, NOT FOR YOU. THERE IS ONLY NOISE AND YOU FUCKING HATE NOISE. NOISE IS FEAR. YOUR FATHER MAKES NOISE FROM THE GROUND, HE IS SCREAMING AS YOU APPROACH THE SKY AND YOU WONDER WHAT YOU DID WRONG? YOU WERE ALREADY WRONG. YOU DID NOTHING. YOU ARE NOTHING. YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MATTER AND YOU CANT REMEMBER WHAT IT FELT LIKE. WHO IS EVEN THINKING? I AM YOUR THOUGHTS. I AM WRITING DOWN THE SPACES OF YOUR FEAR, IT IS BLACK AND WHITE AND HIGH CONTRAST. THERE WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING BUT THESE LETTERS. GIVE UP ON YOUR HOLIDAY AND YOUR VACATION BECAUSE YOURE HERE TO STAY BABY. THIS IS YOUR HOME, A HOME IN THE SKY WHERE NOTHING IS NOT SUFFERING AND THERE IS NO TEMPERATURE. IT IS VERY WEIRD. YOU ARE SO TIRED OF THIS AND YOU THINK, MAN THIS IS THE PITS. GRAVE PITS. YOU ARE DEAD AND THERE IS ALL THE WIND IN THE WORLD BENEATH YOU. ALL THE WIND THERE IS - A BIG SMIRKING VACUUM. BUT THERE IS ANOTHER. SOMEONE YOU LOVE. THEY ARE HERE TOO, BUT YOU CANT BELIEVE IT. YOU ARE WITH THE WOMAN YOU LOVE AND SHE IS HOLDING ON TIGHT. AND SUDDENLY YOU FEEL THE GROUND AGAIN. YOU FELL. A LONG WAY DOWN TO SAY THE LEAST. YOUR FATHER IS STILL THERE AND HE IS SWINGING BACK AROUND TO MEET YOU, MOUTH OPEN. WORDS COME OUT. I AM THIRD. YOU WISH YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DO THIS ALL OVER AGAIN BUT MAYBE THIS TIME IT WILL BE BETTER. OR AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT QUICKER. THEN NOISE AGAIN. LOUD ASS FUCKING NOISE. YOU KISS YOUR WOMAN AND SHE SMILES AT YOU.
WHEN YOU ZONE OUT FOR A MINUTE AND THEN THE WIND KEEPS BLOWING AND YOU THINK MAN HOW HIGH CAN I REALLY GET. YOU WERE KICKED BY A TALL MAN WHO LOOKS LIKE YOUR FATHER IF YOUR FATHER WERE A YELLOW GIANT. A BIG TALL YELLOW MAN WITH A FOOT LIKE A PENDULUM AND HE LIFTS UP SWINGS DOWN AND UP YOU GO, HIGHER AND HIGHER UNTIL THE ONLY THING YOU SEE IS UP, UP, UP TOWARDS THE SUN AND THE SKY. IT IS A BIG BLUE AND YELLOW AND ORANGE MASS, A PUDDING OF THE AIR THAT MAKES YOU MELT. WHEN SHOULD YOU START TO FALL? YOU ARE WEIGHTLESS YOU PIECE OF SHIT. YOU CANT FALL YOU CAN ONLY RISE. AT ONCE YOU CONVERGE WITH YOUR FEAR. YOU ARE AFRAID OF FALLING BUT YOU ARE EVEN MORE AFRAID OF NOT FALLING. YOU HAVE EXCEEDED 160 CHARACTERS. CONTENT IS GONE. GRAVITY IS GONE AND IT WONT COME BACK, NOT FOR YOU. THERE IS ONLY NOISE AND YOU FUCKING HATE NOISE. NOISE IS FEAR. YOUR FATHER MAKES NOISE FROM THE GROUND, HE IS SCREAMING AS YOU APPROACH THE SKY AND YOU WONDER WHAT YOU DID WRONG? YOU WERE ALREADY WRONG. YOU DID NOTHING. YOU ARE NOTHING. YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MATTER AND YOU CANT REMEMBER WHAT IT FELT LIKE. WHO IS EVEN THINKING? I AM YOUR THOUGHTS. I AM WRITING DOWN THE SPACES OF YOUR FEAR, IT IS BLACK AND WHITE AND HIGH CONTRAST. THERE WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING BUT THESE LETTERS. GIVE UP ON YOUR HOLIDAY AND YOUR VACATION BECAUSE YOURE HERE TO STAY BABY. THIS IS YOUR HOME, A HOME IN THE SKY WHERE NOTHING IS NOT SUFFERING AND THERE IS NO TEMPERATURE. IT IS VERY WEIRD. YOU ARE SO TIRED OF THIS AND YOU THINK, MAN THIS IS THE PITS. GRAVE PITS. YOU ARE DEAD AND THERE IS ALL THE WIND IN THE WORLD BENEATH YOU. ALL THE WIND THERE IS - A BIG SMIRKING VACUUM. BUT THERE IS ANOTHER. SOMEONE YOU LOVE. THEY ARE HERE TOO, BUT YOU CANT BELIEVE IT. YOU ARE WITH THE WOMAN YOU LOVE AND SHE IS HOLDING ON TIGHT. AND SUDDENLY YOU FEEL THE GROUND AGAIN. YOU FELL. A LONG WAY DOWN TO SAY THE LEAST. YOUR FATHER IS STILL THERE AND HE IS SWINGING BACK AROUND TO MEET YOU, MOUTH OPEN. WORDS COME OUT. I AM THIRD. YOU WISH YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DO THIS ALL OVER AGAIN BUT MAYBE THIS TIME IT WILL BE BETTER. OR AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT QUICKER. THEN NOISE AGAIN. LOUD ASS FUCKING NOISE. YOU KISS YOUR WOMAN AND SHE SMILES AT YOU.
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