Originally Posted by Vieope
Do you really want to know?
What do you think about violence?
Originally Posted by Vieope
Do you really want to know?
I drive a big truck
Originally Posted by fletcher6490
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It's weak, ultraviolence is better.
Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012
If you don't know how to play them properly, they make a screetchy sound, like fingernails scraping on a blackboard.Originally Posted by Vieope


human nature at its best.Originally Posted by Vieope
keke jk!
what about it?
I think violence, and this thread, are gay
Originally Posted by ForemanRules

I would have to agree with the retard, this thread is pretty ghey.Originally Posted by topolo
I have come to expect for from you vieope.
“I used to do drugs. I still do drugs. But I used to, too.”


when they pull out her tongue pull off her face, pluck out her eyes well the blood runs cold for when it drips from the mouth be forewarned, be prepared for a grizzly bloodfeast and that blood is real because i just can't fake it and that blood is just so real because i just can't fake it when you think of severed heads think of my face, think that you're alive well i guess i fooled you when you think of my face think of your blood, think that you're dead 'cause it's a grizzly bloodfeast i'm possessing your death possessing your blood, possessing your head 'cause it's a grizzly bloodfeast i'm possessing your heart possessing your tongue, possessing your blood 'cause it just won't fake you and that blood is real because i just can't fake it and that blood is just so real because i just can't fake it and that blood, and that blood i'm possessing your death possessing your blood, possessing your demise for a grizzly bloodfeast i'm possessing your heart possessing your tongue, possessing your blood 'cause it just won't fake you and that blood is just so real because i just can't fake it and that blood is just so real because i just can't fake it and that blood, and that blood
Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012
I only like domestic violence
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