TylerDurden

heres a poem from a while back...its an old one, but i think it says a lot...

*Destruction*

Sitting in a pool of blood
Bodies crushed, bodies dead
No one wanted to pay attention to my cries, my bloody cries for help
So i damn all their souls to Hell
I stomped the life right out of them
All the world is my dungeon
Torturing their souls and having fun
Meathooks implanted in the heads
Of everyone i have ever met
God is next, He has no chance
Bow down, he will, and kiss my feet
Or suffer the others' fates
But in a more gruesome way
Next comes the Devil
Cut off his wings with a sickle
No more will he be in control down there
I will take over and rule the world
But you are the first on my list
I'll use blunt butcher knives and pointed sticks
DIE ***** DIE!!
Watch for my shadow over the world when i come to kill you

..by K.E.K.

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I recently quit smoking cigarettes...

you know why?

The thought of someone else raising my son, some other man being his role model, that REALLY rubs me the wrong way.

and THAT, friends and neighbors, THAT is my anti-cigarette.