Mom Probably Likes Hell!That dude Satan is just her type.He might even find her more demented.Mom was always cold. Severealcoholic to the end. Bitch, too!If Satan has a million ways to torture...he's far behind Mom. She mightjust take over...

Vision_of_insanity's Ass Whooping!This is inspired by Vision_of_insanity's poem...Ready Aim Desire (at DUP). This was orginally posted there. He left me dangling...Dedicated to Vision_of_insanity.------------------------You need a fucking spanking!  That girl had a gun in her mouth and you wanted her...

You stay warm in the backgroundYour soul wraps me upYou fill me with liquidsAnd I lighten up.

We lived for thenext drink; the elixir toerase the memories ofa thousand cruel dawns.It took work when wewere broken and bedraggled.Creativity and thirst droveus through the day."Do you have anything to pawn?""Hey, why don't we stop by theold carnival...

The boys were asleep, their soft breathing still lingering in the air like the fading hum of a lullaby.Down the hall, the house felt still,but inside him, nothing was still.Every moment since she’d left, his body had been taut...