|A whole new level of mind-raping, cock-sucking, whiskey-guzzling, bear-wrestling, sheer mother fucking dick-waving madness.|
A whole new level;
She was the first one through the door.
She was Queen Crazy.
Malice UnchainedWell I just might take too long, andMalice Unchained by Zed-of-Venice
I just might not be what you expected.
A million and one witty puns, a thousand cigarette burns, and a dozen hollow
Hallmark cards mark your hollow heart.
I want to be left alone.
Away from your acid tongue;
Your accusing eyes and that shit-eating smile.
I'd drown you a hundred times for one night of peace.
Oh, you spiked the punch all right.
You slipped right in my spinning mind,
Bringing lies and will-o’-wisp whispers
Leading me astray as if it were a game;
You left me in this coal pit for the soul, and
Frankly I’m sickened, you twisted bitch.
Which words will you twist to get the
Red off your hands this time?
You can’t hide from me
I see every crack in your porcelain heart.
Replay the scene for all of time,
But I still won't thank you for filling my mind with poison
And my cup with bitter discord.
You were so bright on the horizon,
But now I see that you're a fallen star;
At best, you're Lucifer (but not half as humble)
|Tyler Durden. If you somehow don't already have a print of this piece hanging over your bed (unlikely, but possible), buy it now and hang it over your bed. Pray to it nightly. Ask Tyler for wisdom. This is what your life needs.|
|Never sold a single fucking one. But I still hope that someday, someone might be willing to pay a small sum for the pleasure of having my art to display in their own home. *sighs* Someday.|