Cherry

The Burned Out Citreon

It looked like an ancient relic. The rust and smell of fired petrol first assaulted your senses but underneath it, a mephitic odour lurked. It smelt as if someone had been burned alive in the car.

The Silent God

Drunk behind the karmic wheel in a speeding tank, he's anarchizing the freeways of nature and sanity, order and tradition He's done making suns and seas, forests and deer, birds and bees:
Cherry

End of days 2

I always hate the hour before a battle.

Control anger

“Why am I such a fool?” I tell myself time and again. Keep quiet and stay cool Don’t jump, just suffer the pain! I can’t control my fury, When they assault my peace.

Death beyond Pixels.

“Start from the beginning” she said, nosey fucking bitch, she would be next that’s for sure.

I am you

Baby, do you think I’m crazy? Maybe. This sounds like the words from another song, Maybe I should sing along, So, baby, I will carry on, Because being crazy Can have it’s own advantages

I'm telling everyone I want Germany to win

I'm writing a poem a day about the World Cup. This is day 4, a response to Germany beating Australia. See all the poems at worldcuppoems.blogspot.com

Deathrow4:enter new mandarin

he was a pur stud black hair short and swept back with a grouping of small bangs on the left side of his forehead, and yellow shade sitting upon his forehead.

Deathrow3:what are we to going do about this

Alucard be gan to speak "about a week ago Mandarin Ge'es B. Blackblaze and for other Fugatives escaped from Deathrow as we now.

Humor In a Golf Injury

Humor in a Golf Injury

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