March 2012
68 posts
“somethin blowin in my hair.
winter’s ice, it soon was dead.
death would...”
– cocaine
“false hope crys.
smiles commit suicide.
my heart picks up the 45.
puts two...”
fuck
fuck
“rip her throat out… kill her slowly…. find a knife….stick it...”
“will you wisper sweet nothings in her ear as she slowly dies like an old...”
– iseesouls
“im the case without the nuts.”
cool →
“take your knife.
stick it in.
taste the blood.
taste the sin.”
