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Come out to play Poppy....I'm still here.
I don't know if ye are smart enough to realise the narrative I have given ye Foxy just using the Velvet Underground. Maybe ye can play Heroin as a response.
That's the link to her poem, you ignorant fool HERE it is again. One post is all that will be needed | Bastard Factory Forums
Well ye rely on dat Raven, as you swoop head down into the cold dead earth. Watching you trying to shoehorn your way into a conversation is like watching Poppy try to write a poem.
I don't know if ye are smart enough to realise the narrative I have given ye Foxy just using the Velvet Underground. Maybe ye can play Heroin as a response.
I'll handle that
If you wanted heroin you could have just said so.
I don't know if ye are smart enough to realise the narrative I have given ye Foxy just using the Velvet Underground. Maybe ye can play Heroin as a response.
I'll handle that
If you wanted heroin you could have just said so.
Worth the listen fur the millionth time though.
I don't know if ye are smart enough to realise the narrative I have given ye Foxy just using the Velvet Underground. Maybe ye can play Heroin as a response.
I'll handle that
If you wanted heroin you could have just said so.
Worth the listen fur the millionth time though.
Of course.
It's the most honest song ever written :D
A Poem About Cutting, by Blurt
A river runs through them,
My pellucid dreams;
Skin like a tarp,
Frayed at the seams.
I show you my soul,
Don't look away;
Scars like an ocean
Beg you to stay.
Salvation is found
On the edge of a knife;
Look at me now,
Ending my/
A Poem About Cutting, by Blurt
A river runs through them,
My pellucid dreams;
Skin like a tarp,
Frayed at the seams.
I show you my soul,
Don't look away;
Scars like an ocean
Beg you to stay.
Salvation is found
On the edge of a knife;
Look at me now,
Ending my/
I liked the bit where you felt compelled to sign it.
Even tho I often don't agree with her, Dovey is a nice person with a kind heart somewhere down there.
I don't know if ye are smart enough to realise the narrative I have given ye Foxy just using the Velvet Underground. Maybe ye can play Heroin as a response.
I'll handle that
If you wanted heroin you could have just said so.
Worth the listen fur the millionth time though.
Of course.
It's the most honest song ever written :D
Written while on heroin apparently, although I wasn't there, so don't quote me.
A Poem About Cutting, by Blurt
A river runs through them,
My pellucid dreams;
Skin like a tarp,
Frayed at the seams.
I show you my soul,
Don't look away;
Scars like an ocean
Beg you to stay.
Salvation is found
On the edge of a knife;
Look at me now,
Ending my/
A Poem About Cutting, by Blurt
A river runs through them,
My pellucid dreams;
Skin like a tarp,
Frayed at the seams.
I show you my soul,
Don't look away;
Scars like an ocean
Beg you to stay.
Salvation is found
On the edge of a knife;
Look at me now,
Ending my/
I liked the bit where you felt compelled to sign it.
I'm a compulsive person.
A Poem About Cutting, by Blurt
A river runs through them,
My pellucid dreams;
Skin like a tarp,
Frayed at the seams.
I show you my soul,
Don't look away;
Scars like an ocean
Beg you to stay.
Salvation is found
On the edge of a knife;
Look at me now,
Ending my/
I liked the bit where you felt compelled to sign it.
I'm a compulsive person.
I don't know if ye are smart enough to realise the narrative I have given ye Foxy just using the Velvet Underground. Maybe ye can play Heroin as a response.
I'll handle that
If you wanted heroin you could have just said so.
Worth the listen fur the millionth time though.
Of course.
It's the most honest song ever written :D
Written while on heroin apparently, although I wasn't there, so don't quote me.
Likely but it's more about the experience of being "on heroin". Its not as if you get high and you've had some drug induced experience.
Once you are on, you are on. It's your life now.
You should know :D
A Poem About Cutting, by Blurt
A river runs through them,
My pellucid dreams;
Skin like a tarp,
Frayed at the seams.
I show you my soul,
Don't look away;
Scars like an ocean
Beg you to stay.
Salvation is found
On the edge of a knife;
Look at me now,
Ending my/
I liked the bit where you felt compelled to sign it.
I'm a compulsive person.
With a compulsive disorder.
A Poem About Cutting, by Blurt
A river runs through them,
My pellucid dreams;
Skin like a tarp,
Frayed at the seams.
I show you my soul,
Don't look away;
Scars like an ocean
Beg you to stay.
Salvation is found
On the edge of a knife;
Look at me now,
Ending my/
I liked the bit where you felt compelled to sign it.
I'm a compulsive person.
With a compulsive disorder.
Sure. Why not?
...ya oughta stick ta forums like these, cuz ya'd never make a living as poet irl @Blurt.
A Poem About Cutting, by Blurt
A river runs through them,
My pellucid dreams;
Skin like a tarp,
Frayed at the seams.
I show you my soul,
Don't look away;
Scars like an ocean
Beg you to stay.
Salvation is found
On the edge of a knife;
Look at me now,
Ending my/
I liked the bit where you felt compelled to sign it.
I'm a compulsive person.
With a compulsive disorder.
Sure. Why not?
You say dat as if yer ashamed of it?