gettin hungry for somone a young and tasty treat gonna strip it from the bone the madman needs to eat been hiding out in the woods near the old logging camps living off old homeless fuckers and the putrid grizzled flesh of tramps taste buds cravin, stirring up his mind wild eyed ravin', the crazy... Sign in to see full entry.
What You See Aint Really Me:
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this blog will take you into the darker sides of my poetic energy.You will read things that will make you think I am very twisted or even insane and willing to commit acts of violence beyond your comprehension.Or just some lewd poetry or very opioniated poetry.Thus the title.What you see aint really me.But then again you never know ya' know.
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