Monday, October 5, 2009

Death Trip





1 way ticket to the boobtube gotta get sterilized i needa dip in thy muckmuck fairy huckhuck eva horny take a lick da meth tick gonna getta stolen from the hectic leave to Bridgewater before noon. fuck you. I got some cough syrup on here ladel youer a fuckin sex feind here take my fifi and a can of beans to dip your salty john into you gruesome bink leave me be to my algebra as my mind stays buckled upon the decaying essance of your lifeless inner fuck you piece of shit take a hit of this hug i like hugs you may too you morbbid droop of banana stuck undearneath my ferrmenting feet. com'n fucker lets tye dye yer hip unworn knickers and put er jerks on em too. stick sticky sticky you do look nice in that caveman thong may i take a photo in that portable. Some say the butthole surfers dont exist but infact youngster he was in your room last night take a look in your closet next time youll see him the inbred mortitian who feeds on sex organs. faabroom relax take grandma Stilsken and give er swine.- Trevor Perelon

4 comments:

  1. My brand new Music Blog:

    http://eutonal.blogspot.com/

    SONNET XXXIX FOR KATIE

    I went downtown, saw Katie in the nude
    on Common Avenue, detracted soltitude
    as it were, like a dream-state rosely hued,
    like no one else could see her; DAMN! I phewed;

    was reciprokelly then, thank heaven, viewed,
    bestowed unique hard-on! but NOT eschewed,
    contrair-ee-lee, she took a somewhat rude
    'n readidy attude of Sex Prelude; it BREWED!

    And for a start, i hiccuped "Hi!, imbued
    with Moooood! She toodledooed: "How queued
    your awe-full specie-ally-tee, Sir Lewd,
    to prove (alas!), to have me finely screwed,

    and hopef'lly afterwards beloved, wooed,
    alive, huh? Don't you even DO it, Duu-uuude!"

    My Poetry Blog

    http://singleswingle.blogspot.com/

    More...

    Adiós, mis vacas! Que pasa en esta temporada de tristeza?
    La soledad se cultiva en las ciudades;
    viva la muerte.
    Uno no debe imaginar que el hombre es bueno.
    El paisaje se despierta en un fiel espejo, pregunte.

    La noche ha porches de la siesta en ruinas con pistacho.
    Débiles enemigos se disipa amigos sin
    valor. La calle es corta.
    Hay falta de coherencia, la esperanza y la fe.
    Todas las puertas evitadas saludan: No pasarán.

    My tentatively spanish poetry blog;

    http://hollb.blogspot.com/

    Portuguese:

    http://kraxport.blogspot.com/

    Typically Swedish Next Door Girls Collection För Your Boyfriend's LAPTOP!

    :o)

    My Babe Misogyn Wallpapers:

    http://screenfonds.blogspot.com/

    My philosophy:

    http://windormirrow.blogspot.com/

    My Philosophy:

    http://windormirrow.blogspot.com/

    The Prize 2009... Peter Carey? :o)

    Feel free to announce your blog on mine.

    - Peter Ingestad, Sweden

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  2. http://ratdeath.blogspot.com/
    Dex

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  3. who are you Kraxpelax thank you for checkin out my stuff

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  4. Thanks trevor for posting something about my birthday

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