Title/Rank: I have a T

Diplo of SHLD


My Heart:
MULISHA


I owe thanks to many.. much to Jake at Play

...in memory of Ted Striker




Dog carcass in alley this morning. Tire tread on burst stomach.

This galaxy's afraid of me.

I've seen its true face. The bases are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood. And when the drains finally scab over all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up around their waists and all the hoes and politicians will look up and shout, "Save us."

And I'll whisper, "No."

Now the whole game stands on the brink..staring down into bloody hell. All those liberals and intellectuals and smooth talkers..and all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to say.

Beneath me, this awful server.

It screams like an abattoir full of retarded children and the night reeks of fornication and bad consciences.