Talking and talking away...yet you have really nothing to say but say it anyway. Take on me? Take me on...you'll bore me out of my mind, needless to say, how many more hours of silly audio can the forum stand?
Is there not enough of your tears in your wife's bosom? Is your pillow not bitten to tatters...the bed sheets stained with shit.
That poor lighter never once provided you with a spark as you dictate these horrible Vocaroos in which you resemble some lost astronaut whose oxygen supply is rapidly dwindling and you begin to sound even more unintelligible.
Gary stands on the corner, watching as you drive past Bastard Factory and begin yelling out the window, he gives you a thumbs up...I'm not sure if it's in support of your silly behavior or if he's just hitchhiking. Either way, it is only feeding your delusions and he needs to stop it.
Scotty, tell me something boy, aren't you tired of trying to fill that void in a so called community that was destroyed years ago?
Don't you find it sad that you act like a narcissistic bitch while making stupid audio and cackling like a witch?
You've fallen off the deep end...I watch as you break down, drowning in the shallows...pieces of regret and lost dreams washing up on the shores of your vanishing worth.
Fading flamers dancing in the dark chapters of a book no one reads anymore.
Now you're on your knees, my name on your tongue, as if it were a sacred sacrament.
You can't get enough of it because it's so delicious...enjoy it as if it were the first sin you ever committed....swallow it down you fucking whore and allow my every word to penetrate you. Beg like a dog, scream like a virgin and pray to the long dead Brawl Hall Gawds to give meaning to your forum existence.
Is there not enough of your tears in your wife's bosom? Is your pillow not bitten to tatters...the bed sheets stained with shit.
That poor lighter never once provided you with a spark as you dictate these horrible Vocaroos in which you resemble some lost astronaut whose oxygen supply is rapidly dwindling and you begin to sound even more unintelligible.
Gary stands on the corner, watching as you drive past Bastard Factory and begin yelling out the window, he gives you a thumbs up...I'm not sure if it's in support of your silly behavior or if he's just hitchhiking. Either way, it is only feeding your delusions and he needs to stop it.
Scotty, tell me something boy, aren't you tired of trying to fill that void in a so called community that was destroyed years ago?
Don't you find it sad that you act like a narcissistic bitch while making stupid audio and cackling like a witch?
You've fallen off the deep end...I watch as you break down, drowning in the shallows...pieces of regret and lost dreams washing up on the shores of your vanishing worth.
Fading flamers dancing in the dark chapters of a book no one reads anymore.
Now you're on your knees, my name on your tongue, as if it were a sacred sacrament.
You can't get enough of it because it's so delicious...enjoy it as if it were the first sin you ever committed....swallow it down you fucking whore and allow my every word to penetrate you. Beg like a dog, scream like a virgin and pray to the long dead Brawl Hall Gawds to give meaning to your forum existence.
