

ThreeThreeThree
Open your mouth. I can see the daggers on your tongue. Your sparkling smile conceals The saccharine venom behind your teeth. Gentle hands on my chest (Or diamond irons around my neck) As crimson text, madness embodied, Bleeds through lips of darkest red. I love you.


Like MeLike MeLike Me
This is just my cover. So I claim. Maybe I wish we didnt care that Id rather rock than bounce; And live life hardcore, not so fresh or so clean. I should be lighter. Maybe then youd realize that My soul food has nothing to do with Cornbread or collard greens. Maybe then Id be more comfortable dancing Because no one will care that I cant. Im not what you expect, But I know I should be. Im the one who killed Uncle Tom And buried him next to
That one word tha


DewDewDew
Dew forms upon Grass: The fragile canvas. Day breaks, and it is lost.
Dew becomes Cloud: Revered messenger of the sky. All eyes observe the vast procession As Day bows to the herald.
Cloud becomes Rain: Heavens beloved harbinger. It shoulders the great sacrifice That calls all who thirst To receive and be quenched.
Such is the nature of Thought.
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"The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends...Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere." ~ Ratatouille
Icon by ~Michelay
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American Angel: Major Bictory needs to get to a doctor, pronto! They have antibiotics for that kind of thing these days.
Napalm: oh no, i think he should get euthanasia.
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I moved from [link]
(me)Jeremy Squirrel: "SAILOR...STAR BOY!...STAR NIPS, GO!!!!" [link]
(nikki)Sailor Mars: >.> "Go die nao plz."
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Freedom of speech is not for the thought you love, it's for the thought you hate-Larry Flint
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