I apologize in advance to those who do not like my use of words here (and certainly in those to come) I can not I speak from where it comes from, some places are better than others....
try a little harder
to break this shell
something strict, pure
will ride with you to hell
and in your time of error
you will find me there
sharing hidden terror
of life so unfair
on your knees you cry
begging to understand
i won't even try
to reach for your hand
the mouth that feeds
the bullshit here
full of need and greed
will fear
the truth of me
the reality of this
and you will see
my only wish
was to be accepted
to be held on high
but again rejected
not knowing why
i stand above you
foot on your chest
ill do what i do
and give you a final test
you can say what you will
you can do as you please
your final thrill
will be taken with ease
all the pain and glory
you claim to have lived
oh your bullshit story
and what you never did give
will come and be blown
up your ass so tight
and in time it will be shown
that i was f***ing right
you are a hypocrit bitch
im not exactly a saint
but i have cured this itch
and my heart you will not taint
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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