Dallas erl you’re napalm

woud anyone in the 5 bourroughs want to take me in? i can pay rent and bills without a problem you can use my  body within reason and i can give you free tattoos or paintings for the house hold. im not interested in making friends but a symbiotic asociation is ok. ive  been gutted will never love you but i can pretend if need be. i have a goodish job and im pretty quiet i work 80 hours a week and wont even talk to you. if this sounds like something you are into please email me. dallaserl@yahoo.com

2 grams of heroin and 6 mg of xanex(that’s 20 bags and 3 stix) is supposed to kill a person, especially if that person weighs 120 pounds WTF

I’ll be with them asleep and dreaming
I’ll be there when they wake with screaming
At the hour of death then I will nurse them
To have a moment more to curse them
Watch the maggots crawl out of them
Hear the angels call above them
Watch them as the cold air sucks them
Down to hell, goodnight, God love them
If any should escape above me
Beg and cheat until they trust me
Drag them down to be damned with me
Laugh at them as they forgive me

Mother’s eyes are sparkling diamonds,
Still the moon shows no light
This rose is withered, may God deliver
The rake at the gates of hell tonight
Yigh!

I wish that they could walk forever,
On the earth, alone, unfettered
Til they pray for consolation,
Til they beg for sweet damnation
Then I’ll come and bring them water,
Bring them hope, bring them laughter
Raise their hopes so sad and sunken
Slash them up as they lie there drunken
Push them down into the foul mud
‘Til they choke up on their own blood
Drag them out before their last breath
To take away the mercy of death

Mother’s eyes are sparkling diamonds
Still the moon shows no light
This rose is withered, may God deliver
The rake at the gates of hell tonight
Yigh!

Mother’s eyes are sparkling diamonds
Still the moon shows no light
This rose is withered, may God deliver
The rake at the Gates of Hell tonight

Mother’s eyes are sparkling diamonds
Still the moon shows no light
This rose is withered, may God deliver
The rake at the gates of hell tonight

Joy Division - 03 - Candidate

this ones is for Kev….. theres blood on your fingers brought on by your fear…. so long jew york shitty

all is not lost, the courage to never submit or yield and a study of revenge the imortal hate.

anyone with unfinished work better get at me today or tomorrow cos im leaving this shit hole of a city for good.

I leave it burning and count the dead.
A jilted lover, a one time friend.
It reeks of incest.
It reeks of pain.
Erase my anguish.
Forget your name.

how the fuck is this a question?? of course i like my palm tattoos why else would i have gotten them…..

this is completley uncalled for… there is so much wrong with this i dont know where to start. you are not funny

[youre sometimes at such a bad place you think oh my god it cant possibly ever hurt worse than this. and then it does. it seems to get worse and worse each  time. if the last one didnt kill me this one just might the really sad part is that i would do it again because the slim chance of my love accepting loving me is worth it. if there was a god i would not be punished so harsh for loving someone so much. im so lonesome i could die.