I slept well constantly
 

knowing your never leave...........
(maak de zinnen af, willekeurig)

There we're strangers in our hands (heads?)

part daily by routine

Fat dick three beer

Haha :cool: :cool:

said the joker to the thief

in my anus and not in urbanus.

cause all you need is love

And now my feet are turning against me

I've shoved the right one up your hole but not enough it seems

Then why is your sister playing in my kitchen

can i play with madness?

or should I unleash my snake once again

take it easy, u dont need to worry


btw ~(S-|-)2v!lL~ , waar is je sig ook alweer van...

all shall die anyway


euhm van mezelf :S

If there's only one monkey left, on this earth.

if your body doesnt die, you will die inside, your soul destroyed

It's name would be WOUTER :p

Offtopic: Muhahaha high five.

This life is claiming it's consequences

Should I head back to school?

:D (y)



beware this troubled world, watch out for earthquakes

And give head to my principal.

Get the ass of the cutie which didn't pass.

But skidmarks don't fade away easily.

fill up the classrooms with my special poison gass

Break a brick on the head of the old school bully

get my last vietnameze junkfood from the van just outside the gates of hell

and take a walk on the wild side

Yeah baby

This honky's gone to heaven

Where he'll peace in rest.
And drink milkshakes all day.

..cause what do you do when your 1500 pounds?

Shitting with a garden fork is shitting with character

thats where we burried our friend

and after droppig my last line of shit and shoving it in your face the resemblance must be shoking.

The cracks in the ground made us believe the shit was quite heavy due to gravitational forces that were massively increased.
This was made possible through the extremely potent stench that created some sort of brown hole which turned the piece of shit into a stinking neutronbomb.

so to speak.

My pounding fist wil make the closure weak :p

Hahahaha

gast die flow is whack

then there came another fist...

attached to a broken wrist

It was hard to resist
as I knew that the mist
from the grand alchemist
did not cease to exist.
For the blood on the list,
did not stain any dist
ance to Utopia....

:p dichterlijke vrijheid is een groot goed.

Sour rain, Sour rain, I can't handle it anymore, Sour rain

as i walk through the downfall, drenched in non-smelly, water textured piss, i see a black cat curse me with its wicked sparkéd hiss




ok, ik kan het dus echt niet maar rijmen is leuk:)