Living In A Nazi Hellnot recognizing itmarching on, like taughtthe goal, to win the wara land built up on heaps of corpsescalled townsghostly towns, full of ...funny killerbotsand heros of workgetting paid, like naturallyby sucking whoressocio insurancesteering itnever think about the grey hellthey´re in, just beating itat the bottom of the abyssgerman steel helmetsthe administer of a black and white hellstoking the, could be worse - mattercreatively and ironicspecial paid monster, we all knowthat one fell in a holein fact a wella fountain of youthor was it child abuseout of reachroman catholics are the devilcontracting every soulone or the other wayblack sheeps with no beliefmight and manipulation for the oneswho look throughtorturing childrenwalking at the edge of an abyssdriving fleshbots even more madstepping on the heads of the poorestfeeling high and goodmendonating cerementsspitting in the faces of the marked onesvictims to bring up to the towerwhite coats make body - checkswhat for?
A Tribute To TolkienThe army is now formedThey are marching in stepThe one with the most penetrationThe army of slutsthe new weapon is called: 'Get Sucked'no bullets, no guns the enemy gets sucked in a waygasses streaming out at the same timemaking the enemy dizzyand then, the enemy is goneno corpse dumpingno collaterale damagethey´re gone, vanished, awayVictory is ours!
The Scarecrow And PodoznikShe came at me so friendlytrying to clean up the place.Saying something likedon´t do this again!Without a ! this didn´t sound threateningthe treat, spun around everythingappeared the next morningfollowing the strangest happeningsOf the past, and I was guilty againmore guilty than ever.A cloth out of a spider webnot fitting that good anymore.Lawyers on speedtrying to open their mouthsonce open, nothing´s going outbut a laugh and a acoustically damThat done, they´re gonenothing but the cold wind leftAnd repeatedly asking the surnameof the prince of peace.We haven´t got itwe´re only guessingand getting smuggled through a tubefull of blood red nonsense.The fastest spinning spindle of red wineslowly winding up my spineshocking my fishes up to the tabmaking them look slightly desperateThe scarecrow has already inhaledput into her clothy lungskeeping it tight at her wooden pileabout to set it on her permanent fileThe lights go outelectricity of the moonglibbery slime to take of a spoonfor the healthyness of a whole societySaw her offrip her clothmake the sharadea parade around the big fire
Munich Beer HeartLatest fake pregnancy pulled out all turning cellsthe need of compassion made her a sad clownShe hole got dark minded with the emphasisof a serving donkey for the holy national productHer evil and lazy mind is totally working for sth.keeping the herd and her children groundedThe perfect comprehensive method for bein inand in the middle of a rickety nothing in a bugShe´s sucking comments into her heart in a tubeinside, the endlessness is formed to a ribbonTerms or sounds getting washed through thisshe´s blowing it out on the other side of the tubeShe´s calling it her heart that is honest and re-peats the shadow peter´s prayer for the reasonHer climax and nearly a massive heart attack....
Ghost DriverOh mama, why did you have to tell me that?Achar for you in the afternoon.Sangria and a bone marimba.Your inner tongue got loose, and relaxed.She gave me the brush off.She the royal she, the car of the slut.The woman in industrial times, the modern one.Using a body, no matter what.Nothing holy, when it comes to love, eh?A big mess all over her precious temple, she´s in.Though the omni - she has it enclosed in the twilight - zoneThat useful space, for painful and awkward happenings.The unconcious rush into genitals.No mind paid, just driving.Was it worth it, or is it just training a technic?Whatever, it seemed spicy and rough.Time won´t tell by the speed of life.Sorry if your car broke down.Thanks those pills made you balanced once again.Thanks the chemical industry, you can live further on.What would life be without L O V E ?Is there a religious industry btw?
A Thriving Mass SuicideThat blone hobot was taking care of her peers
Her kitty and the huge cat, were in discussion
Some say, it´s just another abstract non - visual club
authoritative bigot and illiberal, mariolatry and
the black kind of feminism.
A bodypart to be the mid of a living?
Haha we somehow got into pussyism
...ism? Or just another try to stay clean?
Schism ploppin into a daily routine, sure.
We care so much babe.
That´s why defense mechanisms are that important
Sooner or later she´ll be cracked
Make sure to wear a gas mask, while it´s happening
Stuffy smells inside the nuts
Clinically pure, is something else
Education is the reason why
prudence and female show
a flower that´s bursting
and bouzing, arousing and browsing
flaring up at times, naturally
no lard, only bones
to drum with, at work of course
forms, no female forms
only for the one and only
chemics and biology as a reason
fun time, at the right time
make it complicated and die a
ShapeshiftingThey Cried Out, The Dirt In Their Voices
That dirt became the humus for flowers
Flowers blooming in the night
They were looking like trousers
Evil and on for a fight
A fight without light
heavy hammers in their hands
nobody tried to meet them at sight
Some ignorami where smashed into sands
great shape isn´t it?
It Has To Do WithCrypticism
Ism in common
It´s the it and the it´s
And in terms of relations
The good ole happenings
The stuff they put into the crowd
Music is instruments and voice
we are an orchestra
Educated for a system
a system to keep on a planet
Lived in a raised bog
with the creeps
His believe was the dark
and the wet
Come down Ian
the people in the wheelwork shouted
fear and paranoia
Made his limbs weak
made the ground sticky
made gravity pull way too much
All the people had to wait in the cold overburden
for him and the guys of his streak
a model made of plastic on top
They chose him as mannequin
he got to be in the window
the snow outside
Made him whine and shiver
The people walking by
were spitting at the glasspane
This puppet had to watch the traffic running by
Nothing in the head but stuffy air
no thing to believe in
No future for the punx´ mind
Sick like Sid and Nancy
Wicked and fancy
Outside the box
What´s the meaning?
Esk contest(Closed:( )Hello! This is my second contest and it will be dedicated to esk. The theme of this contest is simple: Esk friends. How does your esk make new friends? Maybe their friends was transformed by them, or maybe there was an accidental meeting that led to a friendship. Any type of story/artwork is acceptable. It can be art or writing. The main part: how to join? You just need to coment below this journal, with your entry, that's all. Prizes: 1st place - Uncommon transformation slot (arid biome). 2nd place - Spirited transformation slot (forest biome). 3rd place - Common transformation slot (arid biome) .
My esks that will perform transformation
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