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I ain't never felt like I do right now, the replayed memories in my head are just too loud and the actions in my life seem to repeat, I feel the high from these girls like they were beneath my feet, but when they slip from under them, I fall head over heels, I'm starving for love and I've...

Gazing away at different galaxies, magically distracting me from each realm of reality And the stars and the moon and the skies that hold them, I wish they held me the yellow brick rays light the way so I could see And what fell loose from the lips were the dips from the hips of the bitch...

Mercy Brings If it's the thought that counts, then it's the heart that speaks giving birth to these words until they are so alive they bleed and breathe, and breed and feed, thoughts that I conceive with weed can't compare to the head of steam, the dread in dreams, the death of fiends, one...

By Christian Alfonso Why do you reach to grasp at my ankles while I snatch at your collar allow your fingers to grip through the fabric of my armor, to rip at the letters who know who they are I am cut deep and my wounds left to fester with that disease amor It becomes my addiction...

I <3 Jager.

Hoorex.

Street art was the last pure form of expression. The only artform that had not been perverted by corporate greed, and twisted and bent into the shape that would best advertise and induce the consumption of merchandise. Street art was not just an occupation, or a way to pass the countless hours...

"I'm in quite a hurry, my good fellow" Xavier quipped. He dove behind a dumpster as a few more blaster shots barely flew past his heels. Where are these people coming from? He thought for a moment, before taking out his own blaster and blindly firing back. There were a lot more of them then...

The scattered footsteps echoed ominously through the back alleys, occasionally interrupted by the familiar sound of searing energy burning the crisp cold air at ridiculous temperatures, and being hurled toward the source of the footsteps. Now, on Courscant, it was not unheard of to take matters...

hottie with a body

Can you send me the rest of the ****in story. God.

Dude? Have you seen rocknrolla? Its like jackals and bulls. Like exactly.

Cabfare - Souls of Mischief.

Dude. EEF white girlzzz. I need to find a nice cute asian.

"GOD! I hate it when you do that! You say I have three choices, and then you just like list two. You do that a lot, you know. Like, I'm not kidding. You have a history of just spitting this BS, and just hope I'll ignore it. But fine, I guess if I'm back, I just have to get used to it. **** it...

funzies... Jackals and Bullz asswipe.

Atmosphere.

Sure thing, ya boy, last minutes of 08.

"Can I get some pants? From what I remember, you get handsy when we talk about guns." Farbod said as he propped himself up. Jaako got a lot of girls. Farbod always thought of him as a over-compensating bastard. "And I suppose I have no choice in the matter?"

"Fine." He held his hands above his head, and laid his back flat against the cold metal ground. God. Why was it always like zero degrees in the room? "What do you want with me?"