Wednesday, August 13, 2008
You Fucking Bitches, I Have Not Forgotten About Mas Selamat.
Grant approval to my request
:For it bears no harm
only the mass reduction of population
:For it harbours no grudge
only the despise of human filth
Avenge my torment
No, assuage my suffering
Disaffection, dissatisfaction
A passive whisper of undirectional contorts
Resist truth,
For truth speaks through falsehood
Everything has never been what it seemed
And it never will be.
Take my friends, take my life, take my world away, take the worlds of others' away.
Breed shit, eat shit, discharge shit.
I'll give you a choice: Be dead, or I'll make you dead.
No worries Lee, don't have to show guilt while you're still alive. And carry on never showing guilt when you're dead.
Ah, you as well, my dear world.
You understand so little, compete to achieve hell's hosting.
Hahaz lols kekex nehx xoxo erectile dysfunction.
<3 my flaccid dick, bitch.
The Flora cries, sand begs. The four dimensions provide and we fordo. Inveigh now, or forever hold your peace. Peace meaning death. Death meaning life. In which life holds steadily, inviolable, intolerable of defects. Intolerable of anything intolerable or tolerable.
Life hates itself. Binds itself to santity, sits on a throne, enjoying every crackle of a whiplash.
Want an easy life?
Sure, kill yourself.
If you rearrange the alphabets in 'life', you actually spell out living hell.
If you rearrange the alphabets in 'love', you get supercalifragilisticexpialidocious eclipse.
If you rearrange 'discriminatory coronation of emphathized proletariats', it actually spells 'aku nak buat milo la sial'. Thirsty oi!
So, will anything be done about ourselves?
If you take my milo away, I will attack you.
:For it bears no harm
only the mass reduction of population
:For it harbours no grudge
only the despise of human filth
Avenge my torment
No, assuage my suffering
Disaffection, dissatisfaction
A passive whisper of undirectional contorts
Resist truth,
For truth speaks through falsehood
Everything has never been what it seemed
And it never will be.
Take my friends, take my life, take my world away, take the worlds of others' away.
Breed shit, eat shit, discharge shit.
I'll give you a choice: Be dead, or I'll make you dead.
No worries Lee, don't have to show guilt while you're still alive. And carry on never showing guilt when you're dead.
Ah, you as well, my dear world.
You understand so little, compete to achieve hell's hosting.
Hahaz lols kekex nehx xoxo erectile dysfunction.
<3 my flaccid dick, bitch.
The Flora cries, sand begs. The four dimensions provide and we fordo. Inveigh now, or forever hold your peace. Peace meaning death. Death meaning life. In which life holds steadily, inviolable, intolerable of defects. Intolerable of anything intolerable or tolerable.
Life hates itself. Binds itself to santity, sits on a throne, enjoying every crackle of a whiplash.
Want an easy life?
Sure, kill yourself.
If you rearrange the alphabets in 'life', you actually spell out living hell.
If you rearrange the alphabets in 'love', you get supercalifragilisticexpialidocious eclipse.
If you rearrange 'discriminatory coronation of emphathized proletariats', it actually spells 'aku nak buat milo la sial'. Thirsty oi!
So, will anything be done about ourselves?
If you take my milo away, I will attack you.
Justin, 22:26