Sunday, November 10, 2013
Vomit in the Nostrils of Sympathy
Everything you say makes me think of deprived greedy pigs choking on feathers.
You're a proper spew vendor.
Slime mongering pest pimple.
Cowardly, dallying scum romancing overeager, runny crap.
Here lies the immortal shitfly.
Finally stifled by death's squeeze
and now chilling the hell out of hades.
You've got just enough childlike innocence to lick rocks.
You disappointing dick wink.