what a skeletal wreck of a man this is, translucent flesh and feeble bones, the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tomes.
running rampant with free thought to free form to the free and clear, and the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger better now.we all have a sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending, and laws and systems ripped from the branches of offices, do you know what your post entails?do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?wind down inside your adavistic galore, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned.for the rest of us there is always sunday, the day of the week that reeks of rest but all we can do is catch our breath to wade naked into the the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book, to watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers.a vacation is a countdown, tee minus your life and counting, time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste.what the fuck is all this for. i could go on and on, but lets move on shall we.say, you're me and i'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs, i haven't felt like this in years, the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuge, let me go and plunge into the dead spot again.thats where you go when theres no one else around and there was never anyone else to begin with now was there.sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger, classify my ass thats a fucking secret and you know it.governement is another way of saying better than you.its like ice with no pick, a murder charge that won't stick, its like a whole other world where you can smell the food, but you can't touch the silverware, what luck, fascism you can vote for.isnt that sweet.and we're all gonna die someday cuz thats the american way and i've drunk too much and said too little when you're gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer save face get yourself together.shut up, fuck you.i'm sorry, i could go on and on but lets move on.remember, you're a wreck, an accident, forget the freak you're just nature, keep the the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme,let the heads cool and the engine run,
because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we've done.-corey taylor
. You scored as
Punk/Rebel.
Punk/Rebel
63%
Drama nerd
63%
Prep/Jock/Cheerleader
56%
Goth
38%
Ghetto gangsta
38%
Stoner
38%
Loner
25%
Geek
13%
What's Your High School Stereotype?
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. You scored as
That Yellow Bastard.
That Yellow Bastard
70%
Dwight
45%
Gail
40%
Becky
40%
Kevin
35%
Shelley
35%
Manute
35%
Lucielle
35%
Hartigan
25%
Jackie Boy
25%
Marv
25%
Nancy
25%
Goldie
20%
Miho
5%
What Sin City Character are You?
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