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    (Source: humancomputer)

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    i remember breathing life

    a single stranded spermhead

    to this disaster

    i fall apart and am consumed by my own child

    my baby disaster

    the son of a whore and a self-proclaimed faggot

    double penetrated for the sake of it

    i will now read the part of despair

    allow me to fix my make up

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    school shootings

    creepychick:

    I was having a picnic with Haley when
    I decided that I wanted more.
    I grabbed for Haley’s chest, took a
    handful of her flesh, and I
    consumed it right below her wide eyes.
    I am stuffed full of private parts,
    and I feel nauseous
    all the time.
    I am wrong. My brain
    has become mis-wired from all…

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    Sometimes when God closes a door, he opens your sister’s legs.

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    Last night I dreamt I spent Christmas Eve with Ron Paul. At one point, he ran down the corridor with his arms in the air shouting like a madman.

    What does it mean?

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    (Source: suicideweather, via scarygirl)

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    decayedintelligence:

pissflowers: By: Max Capacity 

    decayedintelligence:

    pissflowers: By: Max Capacity 

    (via missfacella)

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