tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26455672543258707882012-02-16T15:02:34.179+02:00speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comBlogger681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-50068466712478461732012-01-08T18:31:00.004+02:002012-01-09T00:38:01.521+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.end before you forget how it started.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-5006846671247846173?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-56751709132676824492011-12-25T18:28:00.013+02:002012-01-08T18:04:45.710+02:00<center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOy01dWoQRM/TvdPZEtvgNI/AAAAAAAAAns/WZcXEIcXxVU/s1600/0029.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOy01dWoQRM/TvdPZEtvgNI/AAAAAAAAAns/WZcXEIcXxVU/s400/0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690103946386833618" /></a></center><br /><span style="font-size:70%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;ＬＵＳＴ ＦＥＤ ＷＩＴＨ ＳＥＶＥＲＥＤ ＬＩＰＳ</br><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;ＴＲＡＰＳ ＳＥＴ ＷＩＴＨ ＴＲＥＭＢＬＩＮＧ ＨＡＮＤＳ</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-5675170913267682449?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-64181974916743407152011-03-03T19:07:00.025+02:002011-03-19T13:40:38.804+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;state of living<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;cursed to pray<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;hysterics wave<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;our traces swept away<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;games where tragic fleets to atone<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;homes and families<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;absorbed in cavities<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;belching out glass and ashes<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;aspiring to subsequent fervid masses<br /></span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNDx70BnTh8/TW_LQP-nzdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/JHflGxsUaQY/s1600/20110217163521_00001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNDx70BnTh8/TW_LQP-nzdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/JHflGxsUaQY/s400/20110217163521_00001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579901943362866642" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:80%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;주체사상<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;죽음</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-6418197491674340715?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-64088941065104433452011-02-02T13:32:00.012+02:002011-05-22T14:48:13.785+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;exposed triumphs embalmed in the furnace<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;pulverizing&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;firm&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; human&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; shreds</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;perched on awareness of </span><span style="font-size:78%;">manifested venal days<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;fucked&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; in&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; shoes&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; set&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; to&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; hate&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; their&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; owners<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;blinding&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sounds &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; deafening &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;lights<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;conducted &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;sparkling&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; golden &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;showers<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;ailed blurring dust&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; gangrened city streets</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;melted at &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;junk thirst &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;constantly dieting life<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;suffering the last laughs of numb remnants fitted<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in the hearts of highways abundant of well being<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;partitioning the starting line of twin endings<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;wailing to breath the air on the </span><span style="font-size:78%;">brief side of war<br /><br /></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TUrAaaniHcI/AAAAAAAAAk8/rhPTMjP1BVM/s1600/22222.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TUrAaaniHcI/AAAAAAAAAk8/rhPTMjP1BVM/s400/22222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569475449251306946" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-6408894106510443345?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-27056380899835829482011-01-31T11:20:00.021+02:002011-03-26T13:12:14.556+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;nude&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; beggars&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; purged &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;slowly<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;born&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; on &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;prehistoric&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; wounds<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;suckled on martyr's prussic acid<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;short&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; lived, &nbsp;let &nbsp;be &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;blessed &nbsp;spare<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;always&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; on &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;duty &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;volatile</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> heroes<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;errantly&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; shifting&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;chapters <br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in &nbsp;sermons&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;crippled &nbsp;&nbsp;myths<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;dealt&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; l&nbsp;o&nbsp;n&nbsp;g&nbsp;l&nbsp;a&nbsp;s&nbsp;t&nbsp;i&nbsp;n&nbsp;g &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;contracts<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;with&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; their&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; crawling &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;r&nbsp;&nbsp;e&nbsp;&nbsp;l&nbsp;&nbsp;i&nbsp;&nbsp;c&nbsp;&nbsp;s<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;s&nbsp;i&nbsp;l&nbsp;e&nbsp;n&nbsp;t&nbsp;l&nbsp;y&nbsp;&nbsp; abducted,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; orbit</span><span style="font-size:78%;">ing<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in &nbsp;the&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;b&nbsp;a&nbsp;c&nbsp;k&nbsp;b&nbsp;o&nbsp;n&nbsp;e&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;utility<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;p&nbsp;e&nbsp;r&nbsp;e&nbsp;n&nbsp;n&nbsp;i&nbsp;a&nbsp;l&nbsp;l&nbsp;y&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; h&nbsp;a&nbsp;u&nbsp;n&nbsp;t&nbsp;i&nbsp;n&nbsp;g<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;c&nbsp;&nbsp;a&nbsp;&nbsp;r&nbsp;&nbsp;n&nbsp;&nbsp;a&nbsp;&nbsp;g&nbsp;&nbsp;e &nbsp;&nbsp;days stinking &nbsp;like<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;n&nbsp;i&nbsp;c&nbsp;o&nbsp;t&nbsp;i&nbsp;n&nbsp;e&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;evoked&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; w&nbsp;&nbsp;h&nbsp;&nbsp;i&nbsp;&nbsp;r&nbsp;&nbsp;l&nbsp;&nbsp;s<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;b&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;u&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;r&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;s&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;t&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;i&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;g&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; o&nbsp;u&nbsp;t&nbsp;&nbsp; o&nbsp;f<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;h&nbsp;o&nbsp;l&nbsp;l&nbsp;o&nbsp;w&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span style="font-size:78%;">p&nbsp;i&nbsp;n&nbsp;i&nbsp;n&nbsp;g&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span style="font-size:78%;">l&nbsp;u&nbsp;n&nbsp;g&nbsp;s<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TUpjfsKqgtI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rYwwHfBtWgU/s1600/5a.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TUpjfsKqgtI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rYwwHfBtWgU/s400/5a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569373285280023250" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-2705638089983582948?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-4400226666059569762011-01-29T15:19:00.027+02:002011-03-29T19:38:53.882+03:00<div style="display: block;" id="previewbody"><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;naturally seeking revenge somehow</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;yelling to be heard<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;saying all stepped unwillingly towards you<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and in an everyday observation<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;rust means more than the accumulated clichés<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;sour and sweet. punk and neat</span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TUrAaxPMgdI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Z0lT2fP9dBM/s1600/32.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TUrAaxPMgdI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Z0lT2fP9dBM/s400/32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569475455323242962" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-440022666605956976?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-71357744685579689462010-11-29T12:08:00.001+02:002010-11-29T12:12:05.086+02:00<p> <span style="font-size:78%;">"Row after row of those who are more morally<br />than physically chronic consumptives,<br />pinheads, cripples, hunchbacks, blind;<br />horrible faces sculpted by vice, by syphilis, by alcohol.<br />Whose toothless, yellow, slobbering mouths vomited against my horrible insults.<br />All the hatred that gurgles in your throat, forming two rivulets of slobber<br />that run down from the corners of your mouth,<br />does not move me from my indifference.<br />Still you shake your fist, which was trained to toss dung.<br />And you women insult me as well,<br />you in whose womb human sorrow perpetuates itself.<br />You are all vile, vile! Despicable beings, worthy of the whip!<br />Crawling reptiles in search of one filthy crust of bread,<br />dogs who lick the hand of anyone who beats you!<br />Is it for you, really for you, that I must rise up in revolt?<br />For you, for your children and your mothers? "</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bruno Filippi, "The Free Art Of A Free Spirit" 1916, </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">read more </span><a href="http://theanarchistlibrary.org/HTML/Bruno_Filippi__The_rebel_s_dark_laughter__the_writings_of_Bruno_Filippi.html#toc5" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" decoration="" none="">here</a></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-7135774468557968946?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-56007395767956665842010-11-16T20:31:00.000+02:002010-12-27T20:32:17.124+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TJjCpMKjOfI/AAAAAAAAAis/CSGeDb_P09A/s1600/66o.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TJjCpMKjOfI/AAAAAAAAAis/CSGeDb_P09A/s400/66o.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519375356238445042" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-5600739576795666584?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-57645809561018212702010-11-15T12:24:00.004+02:002010-11-15T17:50:54.182+02:00<p><span style="font-size:78%;">pretense's your best friend when it writhes in the head<br />swelling backwards painted white like a saint<br />thrown back in the sewer majestic primitive life<br />soon roads over houses but no car for your wife<br />exclusive nazis for communal use<br />limp pure feedom exchanged with coherent views<br />residual stitched lips and a fuse in the dark<br />odorless poisoning no bruise or a mark<br />round dead weight for the vogue turning bleak<br />counted repressed kept at mass-produced fit<br />holes spitting holes lavish with new born doles<br />holes spitting owls all slaked with new born doles<br />taped with drool and gold replica feathers<br />last invasion to convince the non believers<br /><br /></span></p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TJOMI75OwuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/mw-Y7zMRczE/s1600/aaaa.png"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517908053603566306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TJOMI75OwuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/mw-Y7zMRczE/s400/aaaa.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 300px;" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-5764580956101821270?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-16257673429647119742010-09-18T18:13:00.026+03:002010-12-27T20:37:47.896+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">wounds &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;projection&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;motifs&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; from&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; stint<br />paper&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; cuts&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pipes&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;cuffs&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; whips&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;serotonin&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;flood<br />p&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;u&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;r&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;e&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;s&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;e&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;x&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;d&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;r&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;i&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;v&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;e<br />repetitious&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;relentlessly &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;delaaayeed<br />drunk &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;on&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; presumption&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; of&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; great<br />stuck&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; naked&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; in&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; feeble&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; grate<br />p&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;a&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;r&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;a&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;s&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;i&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;t&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;i&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;c&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;p&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;a&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;r&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;o&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;x&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;y&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;s&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;m</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">dismantled&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; accounts&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; instinct's&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; life<br />rudimentary&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; versus&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; blind&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pressure<br />between&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;a&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; lance&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; next&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; heartbeat<br />v&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;o&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;l&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;u&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;p&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;t&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;u&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;o&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;u&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;s&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;c&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;a&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;c&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;e&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;r</span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TJI80pHSqYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/V-OaeKOxy-0/s1600/21o%CE%BF.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TJI80pHSqYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/V-OaeKOxy-0/s400/21o%CE%BF.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517539368569579906" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-1625767342964711974?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-63850670090368966032010-09-08T12:16:00.003+03:002011-12-22T15:52:53.596+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">i've seen a million set of eyes testing identical days<br />i've practiced betrayal i've sang a limbic hymn </span><span style="font-size:78%;">verging your tone</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">i've kissed your silence in shards garbling the simulacrum mirage<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">i've screwed myself on the white walls of my turban<br />dedicated to shroud the hole in my skull</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">i've swayed the derailed to proselyte your faith and half words<br />from ripped vocal chords to atrophic power changing vessels<br />i've connected faces with electricity i've taxed oxygen<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">i've clogged your ears with serene and simian middle class void<br />i've brought you fetters and a prickly nurture to invest on<br />i've hassled the irruption of meritocracy in my opaque commune<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">i've been hiding under the streets trading platinum with gold<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">i've felt pride </span><span style="font-size:78%;">finishing the job at 8.33 AM inadequate for a name<br />after nights polluted with years of people thriving away from me</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">i've tucked a new mind into the casket of garbage</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">i've fucked with the ground i've set the haystack from my lungs in a web<br />trapped in my placenta and the under skin of young animals<br />i've learned how to share prizes with my second thoughts<br />i've gargled my shame in acid and imaginary dots<br />i've been between the right places where fun feels </span><span style="font-size:78%;">feral </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">i've known what yesterday hates shown without been seen<br />i've been the part-time idealist i was supposed to be<br />i've been the present in past post-humus tenses<br />i've showered with bullets and wrong explanations<br />i've seen mistakes levitating before the happening<br />i've read the literal everything with my fur </span><span style="font-size:78%;">torn out </span><span style="font-size:78%;">of nothing<br />i've ranked the legal side of my parallel vision<br />and vertical ambiguity just below the freezing point<br />i've seen my senses act like the failed commitment<br />of drunken promises and lovers touching their peaks<br />i've lumped in the sand box of the circus freaks<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">i've camped on the planks of my terminal disease</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">i've had enough time to be as late as i wanted<br />i've craved the day it started with a whistle and a bone<br />spread like a poisonous ivy on your guilt getting the jitters<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">always asking you to ask for more</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />i've been seedy i've been old and i've been needy<br />just like you filthy cockroach now i'm all<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">i've been killed by the odds like </span><span style="font-size:78%;">a </span><span style="font-size:78%;">symbiotic fault disdaining that<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">i've been a latah from the second i was born</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-6385067009036896603?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-26742687766376092342010-07-05T11:54:00.003+03:002011-05-22T14:39:17.854+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">deviant course on incestuous peeling of the phantom<br />wandering around the aftermath of drunken blue brood<br />calm like giving birth to grown younger afternoon stone waves<br />unyoking retired dictators nursing each other<br />boiling selfhelphopelessness into diluents and expired laxatives<br />teaching phalanx to successors for a decent living<br />twitching synchronized with the scratch<br />from the arbitrary barbed wire like hair growing and rooting<br />on the neck of buildings holding jauntiness stuck to the slime<br />between purulent swelling legs of dry rotted wastelands offering<br />multiple choices from wrinkled reveries to naked and sterile realities<br />breathing solace for hammered gristles between mute eyes<br />and blind mouths crucified drowning in antiseptic bloodbaths<br />rivals in their vicariously and barely holding tatters<br />messing with hierarchy and revealing the vacuum<br />of sonic cages and neutral ground about to melt<br />shaping like an us in a temporal reverse free of our pelt<br />spreading cocooned bowels on this twiggy board of suspense<br />idle magnetic firebeds transplanted with excuses for limits ashamed<br />interacting with the walls of our rooms long for our late sloth<br />timeservers muddle headed slowly fed with the middle aged truth<br />hidden right behind common flesh devotion and metabolic divorces<br />in exiled space switches on still guilty enough to let be seduced with a dance<br />from the factory of cruelty remainder of the first fail in our puberty<br />theme from a grudge a hectic voodoo doll lack is our word and it's slanting<br />merging out of the ephemeral we got used to the razor's grin<br />to amateur actors and derived twin pulse heroes killing it for nothing<br />amputating the veil of normality for withdrawal syndromes<br />sidewalks </span><span style="font-size:78%;">yearning for destruction </span><span style="font-size:78%;">and cement imps below us<br />climbing to frail commitments where lines are drawn and pointing<br />ourselves found in other's bad luck and pitch black bedtime stories<br />notes from the last chapter written backwards and eaten by the ink</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-2674268776637609234?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-91516974642023789792010-06-08T11:03:00.002+03:002010-06-08T11:04:42.055+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">out of the silk lined duress<br />out of non decisive press<br />out of the mind digging the mine<br />out of the high valued concept of grime<br />out of a bad day in the tribe<br />out of the last spasm stretched for the bride<br />out of crumbling walls of noise<br />out of a nonchalant choice<br />out of tired parents' morning bless<br />out of pure flammable pests<br />out of the hand numbered mouse traps<br />out of the after parties memory gaps<br />out of decades in an arthritic nest<br />out of the avalanche's hunger and zest<br />out of the leak from heirs getting juiced with wires<br />out of the petted wildfires<br />out of the backfire of needles<br />out for a sleep with the beetles<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TAyx71xn5tI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FCx6mR7Re_Q/s1600/DSC_0583.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TAyx71xn5tI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FCx6mR7Re_Q/s400/DSC_0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479950488208664274" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-9151697464202378979?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-74710644785745892132010-06-08T11:02:00.001+03:002011-01-19T19:03:53.162+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">untold stories from the menagerie tune out<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">telling your life to wait and bend so you can get it back again<br />following a frothy itching that numbs the tips of your fingers<br />screaming between your whispers both knowing like last refuge<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">the lenient nine month long stumble relapsing into<br />the fool's sanctioned full moon daytime plunge from the sky<br />slicing off earth's sagest face a crosswise mawkish smile<br />sun offered for the period's winning drunken interpretation<br />those remaining unadulterated from snotty tussles </span><span style="font-size:78%;">with the<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">tomahawk clutching men mom gave an oath you will loathe<br />with two centuries to go for an endoscopic repopulation<br />of all unfelt components fixed to shrink in a blink and flee<br />giving up sickly noses to drop the last semen smirches<br />trading non profit eyes failed of crying golden leeches<br />locked and twirling around chastity belts<br />sprawling like baby bacteria in the swankest modesty<br />running against the imaginary fight simulation<br />avoid meeting with the path stilted from the red gravel<br />of the drainage leftovers afraid more than anything<br />of ruining something by accident or by clumsy rendition<br />since mom said fossils from the dustbin are timeless now<br />with high times and rare wrappings at stake </span><span style="font-size:78%;">all you have to do </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />involves just keeping your head apart on my bookcase<br />to pledge yourself for a decent behavior<br />and full refund to the harvester's policy cause<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">when you got nothing you got fertility left but</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />this year's king of fertility is left with nothing</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">this year love's aiming on the same limb</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-7471064478574589213?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-59127661973963568152010-06-07T11:23:00.005+03:002010-06-07T15:12:55.841+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TAzgfz2zlUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/9OV48uALGLA/s1600/DSC_0030-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TAzgfz2zlUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/9OV48uALGLA/s400/DSC_0030-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480001683703698754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TAzhzWMkd-I/AAAAAAAAAag/puExWiW0mVU/s1600/DSC_0030-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/TAzhzWMkd-I/AAAAAAAAAag/puExWiW0mVU/s400/DSC_0030-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480003118850930658" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-5912766197396356815?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-305471587702103212010-05-20T11:50:00.005+03:002011-05-22T14:45:42.534+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">i lulled the array of conception i'm possessed with<br />exclaiming to head for dispersion out of me<br />i'm said this restrained matter will be my new home<br />finally defined in the alteration of the ripe clutter<br />sparing me a last minute to ravage the surviving<br />outlets of chained reactions caused by my quandaries<br />laid to herald waste and spree with the drain<br />coming along with pillows full of anatomic spit<br />bath and peel my last scars for a pure eye pleasure<br />slight possibilities of me getting spilled all over you<br />char my faults around your wealthy guilt<br />and loop them in my boundless indictment since from<br />blind curbed bus drivers to slenderly ragged ballerinas<br />a rain of applicants is willing to raze me out of the town<br />crawling and hissing</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> like a serpent aiming to unmask<br />the scapegoat's meekness and cowardice<br />until fear or ire brings out the frantic visor<br />ready to flay overgrown gullets imbibing utopia<br />and butcher filthy filching hands with a slagged sickle<br />up from the roots of their armpits punching retribution<br />at the recital of all hatred for love combined in<br />a sump of decisions worse than desire seen at its best</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">the tag on my </span><span id="result_box" class="short_text"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""><span style="font-size:78%;">straitjacket shouted insolent malaria<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S_Tzsd5opBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jVEFsxTQxWE/s1600/CSC_0053.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S_Tzsd5opBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jVEFsxTQxWE/s400/CSC_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473267392428155922" border="0" /></a><span id="result_box" class="short_text"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-30547158770210321?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-81966992219228301312010-05-17T13:54:00.003+03:002010-05-17T15:56:55.110+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">straight off to the park<br />the den of anti sobriety<br />was getting intolerable<br />with the summer sneaking in while<br />we were still trying to find a fridge<br />to spruce our weisse goddesses<br />and started smoking huge joints<br />with the same gluttony<br />doctors perform the surgeries<br />that will have the next convertibles<br />snuggle in their garages<br />we only mentioned he was missing<br />at the time weed was all rolled<br />and the fog around us subsided<br />clenched and lingering he was<br />left hanging from his paradise<br />renounced and fortified<br />he couldn't get off that chair<br />though summer would require<br />a long and prolix visit<br />to the last recess he found vigor<br />to escape his rotting throne<br />and kick the doctors out of the den<br />started revising his strategy<br />stalking life bowed behind its door<br />crying for a look through the peephole<br />craving and backstabbing the hidden gems<br />of a regular priced surplus right before<br />the reviewed and adapted first three chapters<br />of public humiliation set to appear<br />sealed once again within his jaws</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-8196699221922830131?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-45127938644805497762010-05-05T19:31:00.001+03:002010-11-24T18:37:55.468+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">gag reflex for surfeit and haste<br />sullying the marrow of the hostages<br />set to take care of the patient<br />looking sweet on the gallows<br />exposed to hunting waves on the<br />longest hibernation in years<br />a glass of blood and centrifuge effect for lures<br />marking the spots infected with a touch of gold<br />marred and forgotten on repetition<br />waiting till full vulnerability<br />trampling and drifting in a sadness that<br />spreads wax on the backbone of spare stations<br />arresting the forks served like the last meal<br />and dropping anchors in the sediment<br />this rage is on a little break waiting to promise<br />for plastered and coagulating deadends<br />looking after everyone and huddling decisions<br />in the good old rock paper scissors<br />heaving slowness and patience<br />heavy feathers and homewreckers<br />needing to tell the doctor about their gloomy hearts<br />and glowing embers swayed to swim in</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-4512793864480549776?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-71383169998021748272010-05-03T17:41:00.008+03:002011-05-22T19:17:31.399+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">ready for some mind blowing photographs<br />from my latest finding of drooping history<br />i was opening the door of the abandoned building<br />went up running on the stairs when i heard<br />that shattering noise coming from the attic<br />tripped on the last step, falling with my nose leading<br />leveled to the ground i saw there lying with me<br />a needle ready to roll a spoon and a plastic sachet<br />full of china white breathing for consumption when<br />a skinny leftover of flesh and life asked me for a lighter<br />placing the fix on the spoon reaching out with his hand<br />and waiting fire to start the repatriation experience<br />a little more death by its most stunningly absent<br />transformation in the pleasure of replete exultation<br />his head tilted without delay and he passed me the needle<br />gave it a thought for a second and grabbed it before i regret<br />still envying the rush i glimpsed cruising his half closed eyes<br />by the time i started oozing dizziness i heard his voice<br />or the echo of it in a maundering tone blitzing me<br />"i've always used veiled allegories about this dream<br />i've been having </span><span style="font-size:78%;">cornered </span><span style="font-size:78%;">on that lightless alley by my<br />loving slayer balloon proof clown in bikinis but now<br />i'm sure you know what the fuck i was talking about"<br />maybe if my lens hadn't broken i would have a photo taken</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-7138316999802174827?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-45495648198535416502010-04-21T10:23:00.002+03:002010-12-29T19:32:27.938+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">whatever i'm made of had hindsight effects on me<br />lecher for the fad and a sign of what's yours<br />the squabbling with the reflection<br />that drapes my retching first urge<br />grotty boar both with a squeak and a roar<br />the puffy fine cut lines on that bucket of hair<br />using and used by guides to fit in its gulp<br />for the remaining sputtered clean plates<br />illustrating mousetrapped weak feet trying to<br />communicate with the wooden footing<br />potential pet friends and incessant backpacking<br />on fifty different islands on unknown coordinates<br />morphing the sand into my figure<br />sleeping on top of sea carnal bugs<br />and the anorexic fortress of self salvation<br />with only three more lives and seven moths left<br />until i can laugh again and tell you<br />what was my savior thinking when choosing<br />a pair of handcuffs with kelp keys unlocking them<br />along with a hint and a masked air horror show<br />instead of a soap laved cold sweat recoil cartridge<br />that won't coax me to build my raft and escape the honey<br />wallowing cheek to cheek on my separate oaths<br />making my exit a public event while you<br />said you'll keep an eye on my vault of entities<br />and maybe then i'll keep you some company<br />spelled hell like a carnivore would spell skin<br />senile but able to contrive the sarcasm out of<br />the last dictum we agreed to ignore<br /><u>if you fail to prepare. prepare to fail.</u></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-4549564819853541650?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-33317424690050164962010-04-12T12:46:00.023+03:002011-04-02T18:23:09.642+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">your biggest debt in spoken words<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;your favorite full time prostitute<br />that sees the heaving laughs<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and opens her mouth to varnish the mutes</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SroBLTRAT80/TZc_LP9MIEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/FU1pXBRt7k8/s1600/DSC_0658.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SroBLTRAT80/TZc_LP9MIEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/FU1pXBRt7k8/s400/DSC_0658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591006924898050114" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-3331742469005016496?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-8213220952411727652010-04-08T19:44:00.006+03:002011-05-22T19:08:34.733+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">fresh looks of three hours sleep stamped on your face<br />late check-ins and the finest sprints just to make it<br />for the full body inspection our little private abattoir<br />lightly clothed nipples shaping in foam from this weird<br />breezing aura that never leaves this place<br />airplanes resting in their yard gathered and abandoned<br />from all human touch for a few hours<br />the pantheon of steel and latest technology<br />the highway loops merged with the deserted<br />playground of the white birds<br />quietly deciding about their upcoming plans<br />and booking rest and luxurious gasoline for the next stop<br />barter of air with low cabin pressure and all<br />getting smaller and smaller making you admit<br />the beauty of a good panoramic view<br />still though with apparent doubts bout these<br />sordidly iridescent giants vanishing before the big hour<br />subconsciously staring at the emergency guidance video<br />maintaining the disease<br />forcing yourself to defend the fake sleep<br />dreaming of tight mattresses and all<br />tons of saliva sliding on your shirt, trying to chew on it<br />cursing yourself for not making it for a quick ride<br />at the tax free heaven instead of observing the air hostesses<br />trying to make themselves useful and snobbishly<br />charming versus all oppressive daily paradoxes<br />flirting with the turbulences and seducing the one eyed pilots<br />a hollow pulse, a hive of gutters choking their architects<br />with thirst and whispering agoraphobia in your ears<br />many, too many gossiping your red face and drunk beliefs<br />well shaped and both deforming found on solid puddle<br />once again with sheers scabs ready to drop themselves<br />and cleave your unfolding brain branches<br />only to pour in and slouch until they drop again</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-821322095241172765?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-58743637541960467752010-04-08T19:35:00.005+03:002010-09-14T20:13:50.726+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S74GOcTAOPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/nTdU0-dQaCE/s1600/DSC02586-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S74GOcTAOPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/nTdU0-dQaCE/s400/DSC02586-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457806643603454194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S74F_tHM6KI/AAAAAAAAAXI/FbOie9oq5Yc/s1600/DSC02582-1.JPG"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-5874363754196046775?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-48611419754783921322010-04-08T19:31:00.004+03:002010-12-29T19:29:31.905+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span><br />just wondering how the fuck did I end up here. not in for the sun,<br />not in for endless draining sessions on a bench by the sea shunning<br />forthcoming paunch bursts amidst the prominent and the eerily<br />honing my hips and mending my eyes with clumsy stitches<br />trying to avoid the reeking madness of this specked yarns<br />discarding most of the timber pulp<br />snarling in my transiently uneven insides<br />fantasizing littered vermins pregnant<br />with cancerous seaweed tingling in them<br />splashing in conventions about<br />escape routes and concluding inspiration<br />evading time through sponsored exiles with a phony hourglass<br />breathing at my expense, dispatching the upheaval of the profane cult<br />for my ex’s empty headed lazy bastardkids reduced to a damp<br />skirmish for deprecated flabby confines circled with morbid votaries<br />approaching framed on friendly version adverse consciousness<br />just wondering how the fuck did I withered<br />how the fuck did i became this sodden grub<br />how the fuck did a life on a geyser never triggered<br />how the fuck did I ravished misery without even struggling<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />II</span><br />for years to come<br />for years flushed her skin<br />tested everyday<br />on cut-rate poisoning perfumes’<br />trial promoting purposes<br />for derelict allegiance<br />to the welfare huddle<br />said to her sister<br />don't grow old too fast<br />martyrs and sadists<br />don't marry//me<br />please ignite//me<br />in your deaf ears</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-4861141975478392132?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-37187922180116796552010-03-26T09:39:00.000+02:002010-03-26T09:51:20.339+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">make me pure and beloved<br />take me out of this hovel<br />trade my urine crowned bunk<br />with audacity and a shovel<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">fetch me sex movie like<br />not this brothel<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">fetch me jazz présentable<br />and a cure for my snivel</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">buy me a limousine<br />and substantial aid<br />i'd like a media blessed<br />model of a bait<br />filter my stomach<br />from all this garbage and grass<br />and get it flaccid again<br />plant flowers in the gash<br />show me the future<br />and i'll keep it for me<br />just have to see<br />how much vacant<br />a fraud gets to be</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-3718792218011679655?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-29777953052989120662010-03-26T09:38:00.000+02:002010-03-26T09:50:33.940+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">we always craved going out to the same places<br />having once a week our two hour retirement<br />checked and signed by the superior<br />staying silent for more than the usual<br />dashed to the forming suspect range<br />slackening the reins from the flux<br />that made smooth<br />looking like an unknown word<br />charging with clamps around our heads<br />always making sure<br />we're good on our time limit<br />emitting the blasted heresy of our ilk<br />in every tiny bit of our moves<br />going astray on the rabid rhythm<br />we were used to function<br />taking up free acting classes<br />and firing practice<br />full of conceit and allurement<br />a mold loving pattern we knew<br />we would never really use<br />thanks to our epic restrictions<br />and full body trip<br />•somehow we had to forget<br />what we were up to<br />the rest 166 hours of the week•<br />helping total strangers<br />assemble their heads<br />with their torsos<br />or the almost empty wallet<br />compatible furniture<br />they were going to use for their store<br />just to forget what we were up to<br />in our remaining vague intervals<br />just to remember we weren't always<br />as desperate as we in fact are<br />limbo on sale for the likelihood<br />we could sometime stop it<br />for nothing but a low blow<br />so and so and so and saw the<br />hectic surge for the benighted wombs</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-2977795305298912066?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-5832725357238221282010-03-26T09:36:00.002+02:002010-05-01T14:02:59.396+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">welded bones can't bear this humid form of life<br />gave up bodies' stink upside down in a<br />faith for hope cemetery<br />swallowing breasts for haters' sake<br />having the same old nightmares treated<br />as the sane derivative of self laceration<br />in the musty old cellars<br />for countless times<br />for lewd puzzling times<br />measured only in crudely indulgent ostracism<br />and vice demeanor<br />welcoming maniacally depressed stallions<br />losers by euphemism<br />contemplated guinea pigs<br />learning the comatose discernment of the alphabet<br />by rule and after handfuls of ricochets, blowbacks<br />and shinny fistfucks heart bound and inked<br />exteriorizing the most special formula<br />of purely one sided and insecure malice<br />for an utterly condemned fate of lyrical misbehavings<br />and profound nuances of tedium<br />intoxication itself feeling<br />the urban absence of smell deluging the nostrils<br />a fragment of diluted perception<br />in teaching bike riding to the mangled<br />pedal after pedal, steering straight, balance imbalance<br />and all over from the top, again and again<br />coherent through allegories<br />detaining assured mental agitations<br />only to twiddle caged, only to clasp the tension between<br />introvert tumult and day by day<br />expansively translucent disguised abnormalities<br />pictured as the cordially diminished contract<br />and evasive fare of a sociopath<br />taught at keeping nucleons out of core<br />sleeping with the corpse and spitting blood on the walls<br />hovering over acrid smiles threatening weedy serpents<br />just to gain a few more moments<br />of transmitted elation in blurriness</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-583272535723822128?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-34296948642648432622010-03-16T12:54:00.001+02:002010-03-16T17:59:29.338+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">dripping in the wrong side of the products<br />jaded and bruised from the cat fight for a decent seat<br />to accommodate and flatten rotund butts<br />drained eyes and scanning verdicts<br />aggravating the humdrum scenery inside the subway tube<br />squeezed in little tin cans <br />preserved with the market's topnotch conservatives<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">dripping in the wrong side of the products<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S59fUhd-oCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3Ltllw9Wjn0/s1600-h/DSC_0406-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S59fUhd-oCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3Ltllw9Wjn0/s400/DSC_0406-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449178880327720994" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-3429694864264843262?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-13489158343653010012010-03-12T10:28:00.000+02:002010-03-12T10:29:36.342+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">off the wretched acid webs we're floated in<br />off the evacuated concrete reign shambles suppressing<br />antimatter and palpable faith on the verge of surrealistic disputes<br />off these weak lights narrating humiliation in superlative<br />off these horny lips found on the cabinet next to the precious sedative<br />misanthropic veils writhe before schematic clarity<br />off about all and split in two quarks<br />off about half consistency tumors and pawned birthmarks<br />tasting cancer with its most apathetic structure<br />on the next praise on slaughtering rehearsals<br />a razor wedge between emptiness and capacity<br />a double side wrench grips our akin pretense</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-1348915834365301001?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-20556914053954669342010-03-12T10:27:00.002+02:002010-03-12T10:51:04.173+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S5oAXT0lU2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/v2BScXXn3uc/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S5oAXT0lU2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/v2BScXXn3uc/s400/DSC00254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447667099715851106" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-2055691405395466934?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-8252697793753447312010-03-06T13:59:00.005+02:002010-12-27T18:48:09.000+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">a feral hammer hand and boring common sense reflux<br />censored and maladjusted in a circular<br />repetitive and operational lapse<br />thrown for a humble trial version<br />skewed from humid </span><span class="equals" style="font-size:78%;">earthborn</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> contact<br />counterfeit heroic gestures knowing when to stop deriving<br />their misleading apparition for the blind and ambitious<br />squeezing a ferret in fresh clean clothes<br />leading denial nearby detention<br />aligning </span><span class="equals" style="font-size:78%;">acquainted</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> centerbodies<br />having separate rules for similar interaction cramps<br />bailing out compassion hate and fur covered yells<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">accumulated distress for a cogitation mode<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">getting enough pressure for a vein to explode<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-825269779375344731?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-3139573847195092432010-03-02T09:36:00.004+02:002010-03-02T10:09:11.505+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">visualize the neglect constituted with a vile ease</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">streets dressed on totally anodyne<br />mute tuned secretive pitch<br />species diagnosed with uraemia<br />species with enhanced faulty genital code<br />species arriving by each mocking welcoming quote<br />species paid for two-faced social lift<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">species enforced to ape</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">love bleeding times love been whipped on their nape<br />doomed glamorous migraine finally in cease<br />fine shaken vigorous hum for the surrounding grease</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">now visualize the species yielded to primitive peace<br />enjoying their revenge while we constantly please<br />• à tout à l'heure • </span><span style="font-size:78%;">à tout à l'heure • </span><span style="font-size:78%;">à tout à l'heure •</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-313957384719509243?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-10493882617466527682010-03-01T12:19:00.002+02:002010-03-01T12:24:47.677+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S4uVqkJHtnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/sAXL7vtVoxo/s1600-h/DSC_0166-1-1-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S4uVqkJHtnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/sAXL7vtVoxo/s320/DSC_0166-1-1-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443609133096351346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">worship and sympathy mixed in the fuckfest<br />he's in the mortuary and he hates you all</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-1049388261746652768?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-74731967570448585392010-02-26T14:05:00.002+02:002010-03-01T10:43:13.539+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">hurry up, start smoking<br />pass me this lighter<br />before we're the ones saying "it's too late"<br />i saw today that soon<br />we won't be using words<br />inside these toilets, these walls and roof<br />dropped pants are flirting with a hippo's hygiene<br />inside these toilets, these walls and roof<br />some girls forfeit a childhood that barely exists<br />hip style like fresh flame lurking out of the door<br />offered like birds on number one test flying lesson</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-7473196757044858539?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-48491746981731427342010-02-26T10:38:00.002+02:002010-02-26T11:09:54.391+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">shared our boredom on wasted brains<br />learning the chords to old dour blues tunes<br />cheery girls and hungry boys were dancing to<br />making it most of our time with stale diversion<br />lying under <span id="result_box" class="short_text"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="φυλλοβολος">deciduous trees</span></span><br />mumbling about the monstrous entrée of spring<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">needy with the concept of naive youth memories<br />never attended friends' funeral ceremonies<br />never made the first step like we never had time<br />like we never had our head hood severed<br />like we never disgorged<br />a never getting closer to ours always<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-4849174698173142734?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-62856909544866673072010-02-22T12:58:00.001+02:002010-12-28T11:05:56.223+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">i tossed nails and my cranky morning specter<br />on my gratitude, that little whore<br />that little girl working at the gas station<br />fed by octane and sandwiches<br />six days in a row and a day off<br />sobering up and painting black<br />the only wall with a window in her room<br />spending all the money in sandwiches<br />and black color buckets<br />until the skin on the wall was four inches thick<br />bought milk churns and replaced the milk with<br />the finest stolen unleaded from the gas station<br />she wanted that room and my ignorance burned down<br />"light the fuse, it will be fun<br />watching you debasing your failure flag and scorch<br />with that same pity face you gave me<br />the first time you saw me. monster prick."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-6285690954486667307?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-51318431190359797872010-02-22T12:57:00.005+02:002010-12-28T11:07:04.018+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S4PBbuCHLmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0FYqqPKMx80/s1600-h/DSC_0585-2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S4PBbuCHLmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0FYqqPKMx80/s400/DSC_0585-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441405456751210082" border="0" /></a><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span style="font-size:78%;">the milk was pasty and sour<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-5131843119035979787?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-46853670055377491682010-02-22T10:14:00.001+02:002010-02-22T10:17:47.997+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">blessed be the meaning behind this pretentious gait<br />blessed be the slow faint in high heels<br />blessed be the laziest eyes<br />blessed be the rival of truth<br />blessed be the shining on hybrid skulls<br />blessed be the worst kind of joy<br />blessed be the colossal suns<br />blessed be the burden counted in desert miles<br />blessed be the showering sound of ineffable liberation<br />blessed be the days in black and white<br />blessed be the slippery ground on two sidewalks facing each other<br />blessed be the feeding excellence</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">blessed be the making of love<br />between a man and his issues</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-4685367005537749168?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-67616432788726033612010-02-16T12:55:00.006+02:002010-02-16T13:33:01.879+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">abstention driven widows are wearing the suction<br />shattering bone joints<br />conquering the </span><span id="result_box" class="short_text" style="font-size:78%;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="μαλακιο">mollusk</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"> tribe.<br />hyped tips on faceless sheets replacing heads<br />left to believe warm blooded boners attached to </span><span style="font-size:78%;">hungry pelvises</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> are the sanction<br />for a life other than vaccines, food supplements and suppository </span><span style="font-size:78%;">pills. </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />golden</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> heiresses of prescribed treatment.<br />hominid hurdles jamming the junction of big death in small words</span><span style="font-size:78%;">.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-6761643278872603361?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-57089094187875233932010-02-08T11:34:00.002+02:002010-02-08T11:37:23.322+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">long sticky gray corridors<br />are showing the road<br />growing along with patience in bold<br />not victim of knowledge<br />more like shaped of huge worms<br />deployed strains smitten from the iron gut<br />l'enfant terrible the most precious decoy<br />the silence of warcry wrapping up the soil<br />fixing like slugs troops' heads and parts<br />fatal last meal that wouldn't boil<br />after twenty years of honoring the gun<br />was time to be dismissed<br />sledgehammered legs<br />in combat ain't that fun<br />pension payment cheques and life on the couch<br />face scars from herpes and old shave cuts<br />wallowing shameless proud chief of stiff<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">his nights are dried in cowporn and beef<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">mongrel with his artificial lack of neck<br />double chins never looked so greedy and mean<br />a pure trash children's story<br />written so badly for the first time<br />what is now a sketch to entertain<br />once was his hate skin fever fed scratch<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">he'd never go for timid boys<br />like he delightfully used to before<br />from </span><span style="font-size:78%;">butt naked raped </span><span style="font-size:78%;">bully threats buzz<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">turned his life into cold war politics</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">not to mention was excluded from the graveyards<br /> his awarded killing rate built<br />the great all time flesh eating queer sweeper and secret admirer<br />melted in his own smelly droppings<br />didn't even had a pit his </span><span style="font-size:78%;">heavy </span><span style="font-size:78%;">sorry ass leftover would entreat<br />always too short to see always too much said to believe</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-5708909418787523393?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-23540873824312117132010-02-08T11:33:00.001+02:002010-03-01T14:40:24.976+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S4u1qA3yN_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/w0raMsIspRs/s1600-h/ee-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S4u1qA3yN_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/w0raMsIspRs/s400/ee-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443644308000487410" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-2354087382431211713?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-24796307328212984612010-02-02T10:35:00.002+02:002010-12-27T18:49:43.418+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">old school trained eyes don't seem to taste the difference<br />never heard never caught the details<br />no straight looks meet these eyes<br />to smell the discharged pus and thick blood<br />to form the pain in more than long lasting days<br />to bless the empty frame<br />more's fixed on asking for more<br />to hate the whole. fucking. world.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />"the whole blear world<br />of smoke and twisted steel<br />around my head in a railroad<br />car, and my mind wandering<br />past the rust into futurity<br />i saw the sun go down<br />in a carnal and primeval<br />world, leaving darkness<br />to cover my railroad train<br />because the other side of the<br />world was waiting for dawn."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"sunset" by allen ginsberg</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-2479630732821298461?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-29769454255860170262010-01-14T02:05:00.005+02:002010-01-14T10:58:39.946+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">this crime scene is rehearsed<br />the motion frame is on defense<br />fair written odium for the juvenile sense<br />this image is emerging from the musty guts of its identical twin<br />this crime is raped and then thrown back in the bin</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">scattered shortcuts. snares within.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-2976945425586017026?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-43400954844079774212010-01-09T14:14:00.003+02:002010-12-29T19:58:10.336+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S0ndNcAhUqI/AAAAAAAAARA/d9WiifvX6zk/s1600-h/DSC_05171.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQjKFU1rGyM/S0ndNcAhUqI/AAAAAAAAARA/d9WiifvX6zk/s400/DSC_05171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425110449070887586" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-4340095484407977421?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-24101244192541014602010-01-07T18:13:00.002+02:002010-12-21T19:56:24.734+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">they have been telling you about great destroyers and mourning families.<br />lives tied to their success.<br />bodies and minds not obeyed by their </span><span style="font-size:78%;">absolute waste and </span><span style="font-size:78%;">destructive press.<br />never succumbed to the temptation<br />helping selves, supporting the nation.<br />and you were always coming back with speeches like<br />"</span><span style="font-size:78%;">ambition being the healthiest vacuum<br />for those who conspire even about a tiny ant,<br />treated as their uprising savior, just because this routine is so empty and pathetic"<br />if things don't work out today at least wait and hope<br />something will arrive tomorrow by the train of ambition.<br />instead of your own crafted type of language spoken only by your nerves and eyelids<br />rewrite this identical message until you feel actual hate for yourself.<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"> observe wolves imitating bird songs<br />desperate and malignant just like two <span id="result_box" class="short_text"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="αταιριαστος">jarring</span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"> substances<br />before their marriage vows.<br />so,</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> tomorrow will certainly be better.<br />pasture with the same appetite and delusion you've been instructed to.<br />never think of breaking this chain at any cost<br />or you will be cover news story on the television.<br />while others build their way up making their mothers proud<br />you will be the constant wave of ridicule in the depths of total mannerism.<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">and the slow of these surroundings<br />will pump concrete and apathy in your needle again.<br />won't tolerate the rest of the scums<br />not a second more than that stray's doc prescription.<br />that should be a good start for beginners at the phase of transmutation.<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">engineer the inevitable. fix the futile generation.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-2410124419254101460?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-69827248449016212632010-01-03T13:57:00.009+02:002010-01-04T12:21:34.665+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">new settings for the prompted gaze<br />from sterile titles<br />to faulty hate patterns<br />held dreams for the chief of the subconscious byres<br />a humble spite from the own growing skylines sunk in mires<br />liege lords and libertines forced to sire<br />the new cult of hostility<br />revamp the desire<br />a morbid clash<br />between the clueless among the frenzy farm<br />and hectic betrayed backers sexless and armed<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-6982724844901621263?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-27431932718715220452009-12-31T18:19:00.017+02:002011-04-02T19:07:12.264+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;afraid and honest with her body, urging for games she wasn't taught to. her ass &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;convulsing with the filthiest, most obscene and molested delights she was coerced &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to trample. masturbating with the untold pleasure of raping her image,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;getting out in public naked and with her gash all covered in piss and slime.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the young spouse offered her blood for a last orgasm&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and real orgasm met death<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;purest than her whole life&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the young spouse was never happier</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''everything here is white. i can only see, i can litteraly function only by the sense &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of your breath, hoarse but firm, leaning to my ear blurting out dirty nonsense, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and your figure leaking on my breast, on a daily based repeated apparition. <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;wake up robot. wake up and fuck. fuck me like you mean it''</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkBt7bRBOH4/TZdHLnaPlwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/HQ7oc6jHjTs/s1600/11.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkBt7bRBOH4/TZdHLnaPlwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/HQ7oc6jHjTs/s400/11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591015727286949634" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-2743193271871522045?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-36622379295146606752009-12-28T09:48:00.005+02:002011-04-02T18:27:22.353+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">breed of the misbehaved portraits<br />past portraits littered with remission<br />gulped in the acid fens of timeworn fun and repetition<br />all words seem not enough<br />arrange your chaos, maim your lust<br />new comers in shaped sloth and slack recognition<br />splutter won't be tolerated<br />weakest ghouls will be testosterone injected<br />fungus based multiplied zeros and discordant poems<br />coming back to clench your throats and claim your thrones</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-3662237929514660675?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-74389578937726434312009-12-21T10:02:00.002+02:002009-12-21T10:40:33.632+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">strife and burst. for the made money in the hive of progress<br />strive to hex for some mediocre sex<br />DNA flaws are marching closer to us from a parallel universe<br />tawdry literature<br />shame's golden death<br />virtual endless walks<br />for the kids you fledge<br />and blatant works</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-7438957893772643431?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-17407403540652553082009-12-17T23:50:00.005+02:002010-12-29T19:48:49.970+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">.rephrase your diamond speech<br />spray your venom<br />bribe<br />derive<br />rebirth<br />admire<br />.climbing moral, whole<br />all the way up<br />charming and bleak<br />all bitter times<br />crave your pity cum</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-1740740354065255308?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-90882569391589418782009-12-14T10:39:00.004+02:002009-12-17T01:51:14.026+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">cheapest wine<br />childish dreams<br />fake scent<br />profanity<br />got unused<br />won't bear so<br />humanity<br />not that aware<br />some has to care<br />fuck and mingle<br />make friends with the past<br />under the affluence of languor and oblivion<br />back from the yard<br />rejoice with an over lapsed collision</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-9088256939158941878?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-41399206523303822952009-12-11T00:52:00.011+02:002010-12-29T19:49:26.861+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">a smoke or two or a whole crew</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> waiting for blue eyes to reset</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> "write letters to me, don't forget"</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> forgiving</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> long months on the ships</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> and having sex with giving tips</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">ecstatic on such mangled kids</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> worn and abused on pleasure deeds</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> for real junkies of the flesh</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> still junkies when senses regress</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-4139920652330382295?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-79175263052452810602009-12-06T17:48:00.003+02:002009-12-06T18:51:23.258+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">i breach the sky<br />i'm becoming the oxygen<br />leeching my lungs from the<br />state<br />of breathing smoke and fire<br />long being<br />half the man<br />and<br />half a desire<br />swell my nose<br />spare with<br />the love<br />of this. feeling</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-7917526305245281060?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-87992679659248634692009-12-04T17:37:00.010+02:002009-12-10T09:40:39.873+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">i have a room full of dead cats<br />so many they reach up to the ceiling<br />i photograph them one by one<br />and then name them<br />so did my last masters with me and my friends<br />that's the first step of building up a good relationship<br />so, we're really close to each other<br />i can't live a single day without their smell<br />i even buy them all toys and candies so that they are pleased<br />i don't want these cats to hate me<br />these cats will keep me company when i grow old.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-8799267965924863469?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-51022237400158674232009-12-02T17:38:00.005+02:002010-12-29T19:49:55.226+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">the bend of time<br />in this rake shed for swines<br />a sonic bulb<br />for the loose limbed<br />a golden tramp<br />for the psychedelic dull<br />triumph for the unwounded warmth<br />a warmth that claims<br />rain's possessed<br />with tons of charm</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-5102223740015867423?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-74886212679233124102009-11-30T17:37:00.007+02:002011-04-02T19:48:23.791+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">i dont kneel before the sunlight king<br />i last<br />i breathe your inside out pulp<br />besides withstanding<br />listening on from hours to days<br />void and sludge are the ones that are still talking to me</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-7488621267923312410?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-26020275056182298492009-11-18T17:40:00.005+02:002009-11-19T11:21:55.957+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">squashed our hearts<br />glued to ropes that will juice them out<br />crushed and marked for competing the sun<br />bathed in pure trash my mouth and a gun<br /><br />stuck the color days with the breath of a scum<br />loosen up .black milk .some spit .and cum<br /><br />i can't repeat<br />being the slave of my time<br />i bare my teeth<br />to the roots of this mount</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-2602027505618229849?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-67887026646895467412009-11-12T12:09:00.006+02:002010-05-01T15:41:45.793+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">i dictate your speech<br />a bum on your lips<br />seasons seizing your style<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">mindless clichés dis-functioning in pile</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">a gutscraping</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> bomb<br />speeding beneath your ribcage<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">painful tending to pleasant</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />a requiem for kids without signs</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">of their age</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">seen off boundaries before<br />this should feel like home<br />home cursed like a prison</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">a test of your brawn<br />a series of your<br />theories just died<br />i transform to giants<br />defending your pride</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-6788702664689546741?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-92077401696199441552009-11-09T09:48:00.002+02:002009-11-09T10:01:36.557+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">falter<br />dick<br />hurry up<br />be kept.in stock<br />there torn<br />and bloodshed<br />getting assigned<br />in using less<br />of our parental caress</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-9207740169619944155?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-72153566502562144172009-11-08T18:28:00.003+02:002010-05-01T15:41:55.736+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">like the sound of your breath<br />to the white of your scalp<br />gets unknown to the core<br />inner signs of counterhits<br />load your packs and drunk your pits<br />like we ever got it with the slim fits</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-7215356650256214417?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-30823706616962375702009-11-08T02:50:00.002+02:002009-11-08T02:55:14.102+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">swallow<br />puke<br />hungryfornothing but all<br />the battleship of saviour's officially on.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-3082370661696237570?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-11172200506276952752009-11-06T18:45:00.001+02:002009-11-06T18:45:25.228+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">could you still apply for the medieval fix<br />sure disgusts the shape of your head<br />the brown in your teeth<br />the pause by the eyes<br />a mayhem admires these torture desires<br />your logic denies what breeds from your ties</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-1117220050627695275?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-7711270078843658862009-09-09T10:01:00.011+03:002009-12-21T12:24:28.322+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;">i need your undisputed proof for the guilt of not appearing<br />or emerged from self-made paradises<br />peaced mellowed and divided<br />rearranged and rebuilt<br /><br />back to the basics<br />the basic rules of an ideal multinature<br />come to this world to exaggerate and protest<br />answer<br />how would wars had to start or end<br />if we'd dropped that hypocrite smile<br />and words had stopped to pretend<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-771127007884365886?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-51530129922492203542009-07-05T23:49:00.013+03:002010-12-27T18:54:33.450+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">every new hope and street<br />surrendered to the old fashion curse<br />veins misspelled<br />the crack of putrid bonds<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">we </span><br />the slough of despondent</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> heavens transformed into flock<br />craving scums and waging themes looking empty and hypnotic<br />needy in being unloved<br />state a self destruction recipe<br />chew your madness and spit it on this street<br />step in line and take your death as granted<br />inflict retaliation by giving birth to shaved ideas</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-5153012992249220354?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-34607185408409780182009-06-22T13:22:00.017+03:002011-04-02T20:17:37.947+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dead</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">party</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">jawbreaker</span> - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fed</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">stoked</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">fake</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">stoked</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">acquaintance</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">in</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">face</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">to</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">face</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">locked</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">expressions</span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">substance</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">in</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">melt</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">down</span> - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">replica</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">stilted</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">opposition</span><br />a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">nude</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">heads</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">up</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">for</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">all</span><br />a two hour monoplane on the man regurgitating his stomach<br />and the one he used to be</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-3460718540840978018?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-52532988102366016772009-06-17T13:45:00.007+03:002009-11-09T00:31:31.646+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">in building fortresses<br />for collapsed moments<br />and feeble claimants<br />set to allow secret handshakes<br />getting too close<br />for the unveiling<br />of a mottled<br />reel gap</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-5253298810236601677?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-15219974945130601292008-10-04T10:58:00.010+03:002010-12-27T18:37:50.592+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">you get a shipwreck, or a tasteful package<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">and it's obvious. some things won't change<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">you'll get yourself a shipwreck abide by rules<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">cause rules expect you to overcame rules and comparison<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">while the old dog will keep barking at your expectations<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">feel free to depart, so, body and thoughts<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">since anytime would be solid as will<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">be the day you opened your savvy to public relation<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">and each chemical reaction seized consummation<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-1521997494513060129?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645567254325870788.post-52277271769898778002008-09-08T15:01:00.016+03:002011-04-02T20:05:48.379+03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;recycled glance<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;represented as art<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;what you scream for<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;is shared</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><span style="font-size:78%;"> before </span><span style="font-size:78%;">born<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;this</span> is not a matter<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of inspiration in circles </span><br /><br /><br /><img style="width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0ewvTWVXu0/TZdQgUpc2PI/AAAAAAAAAmM/-DBd2e1cOYA/s400/C_11.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591025978632362226" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;a mass of circles facing backwards<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in a spinning contradiction<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in amount counted less than pain<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in the flow of a marching swarm<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">out of parades craved and created//</span><span style="font-size:78%;">nothing</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645567254325870788-5227727176989877800?l=suckdicksforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speeroonghenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14960678566388098472noreply@blogger.com