I'm gone, baby, and so are you!I'll miss the Heavy Metal gang, but, my creations, and I, am needed elsewhere. If anyone feels like joining me, just pay me a visit!
Girl runs over boy with car.I live for coffee. I can’t go a single day without a cup of that bitter brew of the gods. There’s a certain place I go to get my joe, a placed called The Watershed. It’s a nice restaurant. They specialize in Creole and French food. I could give a rat’s ass less. The coffee’s the only reason I go there. I usually bring a good book with me. Today, it was the Hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy. Awesome book. Funny as hell. I spilled coffee on my crotch twice laughing so hard.Girl runs over boy with car.
Well, after icing my loins for an hour or so, I decided to walk home. Another reason I love the Watershed so is because it’s in walking distance of my apartment.
yet another poem about SuicideSo, sitting there with a 38 special infront of you with one bullet in it and the Misfits blairing on the radio to cheer you up? Does the blue steel of that cold, heavy bastard sitting on the table infront of you make you feel like a man? The weight of an instrument that can either save or end lives hanging at the end of your arm send sick tingles up your arm, into your broken mind? The smell of gunoil running wildly through your nostrils making your trigger finger and that part of your head itch. You know, that itch. The one you can only scratch with a gun. Does that big silver bastard with the polished red wood handle look appetizing? Do youyet another poem about Suicide
Dante's ClosetDante stood there in his bunny-slippers, afraid of the linen closet. He had always been afraid of closets since his older cousins locked him in one when he was a child. The mere mention of getting bed sheets made him cringe in horror. He stood there, bathrobe trembling, summoning the courage to open the closet and grab a pillowcase. “You can do it, Dan. The closet isn’t gonna hurt you.” He muttered to himself.”There’s nothing to fear but fear itself.” Like a man possessed, He opened the door, grabbed a pillowcase from the third shelf and slammed the door. He breathed heavily and shuffled for the doorway down the hall wDante's Closet
Brutus, the heir to the throneA black car bolted down the street like a bat out of hell. It’s engine roared like a giant metal beast sent on a mission from a dark god. Dust of bones and sand flew up in the vehicle’s wake announcing that the steel horse had just laid it’s thick rubber hooves the ground just a moment ago. The tires squealed to the right and the end of the black box fish-tailed into a gravel pit. The engine stopped it’s song of pain. The driver’s door opened and out stepped a glossy black boot with metal skulls adorning the thick sole. It’s brother soon joined it and out rose a behemoth in a black shirt and camouflage pants. His skin was the coloBrutus, the heir to the throne
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"Pain is the constant reminder I am better than you."
~Johnny Devine
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