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Chances are I don't like you. . . My name is KimmY.Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention and surely some suggests 'neglect leads to perfection' but the more I turn my face from the crowd. The more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled. For the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself, a knife of relief, from all the petty insight and finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night. Bored as fuck with this street corner-cover.Study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game surveilence of this language as the plague. the dimension of persistence condemns. This portrait of karma, crafted in accident,text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts. And so we ran, like the wolves were biting, the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming. "scratch my back and I will stab you in yours." So I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks. But I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own. Just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you. But I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code, weary of this hallway lined with ghosts. Just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw. Just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist that we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat shit from our trembling hands. The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congress. Deductively speaking, the polar of progress well maybe I put too much faith in the accident entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape let the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones, let them all feast. In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone.^^By:KimmY KannibaL^^KimmyKannibal69I am very creative with my look and change it quite a bit. Nothing really holds me down. . More and more I have stopped trying to understand myself and just try to enjoy myself as much as possible. Since then it has been a blast.

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Freedom..

Good girl, stay.Never run away.You and meAlways will it beI tied down my loveBut she wants her freedomNo one knowsWe're taking the back roadsWhere no one is aroundSo feel free to scream aloud....
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 23:43:00 GMT

Addict

i walk outside with a grin on my face,i dont think about shit that sucks,my heart begins to race,now let me get some shitwith this money that i madeits a pleasure doin businessi hope you're happygreat...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jul 2008 13:39:00 GMT

What is a juggalo/juggalette?

WHAT IS A JUGGALO/JUGGALETTE?--- Juggalos (and juggalettes) are society's underdogs... poor ghetto freaks... eating ramen noodles... drinking faygo cola... and sporting pro wing shoes... made fun of i...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 16:54:00 GMT

cuties..

haha, their so fuuny. ganstas!  
Posted by on Mon, 28 May 2007 00:01:00 GMT

come play...

Come play with me dear creature of the night,dear tortured soul that never took flight.For fear of rejection you parted,your heart and your soul both went away,Sing to me of that which brought you lig...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 16:30:00 GMT

how i will die???

Suicide 80% Posion 67% Natural Causes 60% Disappear 60% Stabbed 60% Eaten 53% Gunshot 53% Disease 40% Drowning 40% Cut Throat 3...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Oct 2005 14:13:00 GMT