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Jaundice Jimmy
02:50
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Hey, name's Jaundice Jimmy. I'm just your average quadriplegic high-schooler with his eye on the ball, and my hand nestled between my thighs.
It's the first day of my fifth attempt at graduating from Eyes Wide Shut Boarding school. It's not gonna be easy, but when you've got your peers
behind you, anything is possible.
That right there is Butthole Brittany. She's a sucker for sucking pucker, a total ace for avant-anal. Watch out though, it's got thirty-two rows of teeth. Talk about a major cavity.
Yep, Lizard-dick Linus. If you want it, he sells. Earl Grey, Satan's Sage,
Beezlebub's Bud, Chron's disease, ebaumsworld, Heavensgate, 42, 57, your color is red, e*****y, 304, bootleg spank mags, pirated Avatar sequels on floppy disc, the flavor-aid they used at Jonestown, and fun-dip. Yep, he's got it all, heh.
That's my history teacher, Mr. Pepsi. The gu-... the guy's fucked. Complete pedophile. I, look, I just, I can't right now. It's too much. The guy- this fucking guy is sick. Just a total sick fuck. Jesus Christ.
Yep, that's Grace. She's okay.
Yep, there's biology with Ms. Boobs. Divorced three times. She's got a great personality.
Finally, there's the girl of my dreams: Jegijegi Czardom. What else can you say about her? We've been friends since middle school, but I haven't had the courage to ask her out. I'm just so worried that she won't concede to my micropenis.
Yep, you heard me right, my dick is small. Seven and a half inches. Yeah, I don't know what's stopping me from ending it all. I guess that's just what high school is all about. Making friends, and losing them all to a cluster suicide. Hey, what can I say, I'm not allowed within 50 feet of a school.
This year would be different. This is the story about, a parade, three dogs, wingdings font, a barmitzfah, and a dick lisp record that lead to the untimely deaths of all that I love.
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I
weigh lighter than air now and
I
feel the crushing sound in my ears now and
I
am cosmically embarrassed and
I
am deathly ill of the suburbs
I am in your neighborhood
At 9AM
I was shulking in my living room
but at 9PM
I was shitting up your neighborhood and
I
a walking property devaluation and
I
deprived of efficaciousness in love
In love
I
Cannot believe what you said to me and
I
Cannot believe what you said to me and
I
will never see your face again and
I
will never see your face again
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Elaine
02:01
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My bank account is red
And my brain lacks serotonin
I wish that I was dead and
I wish that I was sober
Opulently eating pringles
Inside my room, now
Heavy is the weight of my feet on my unvacuumed floor
I am always drowning
Forever fucking drowning
In the tepid piss waters which most are swimming
If I could find the time to take lessons I would
But every time I show up I get embarrassed and leave
I just- I JUST get angry!! >:(
I feel so fucking stupid
But self-aware and lucid
Just enough to change,
But not enough to do it
Even if you don't leave me
Can't promise that I'll see
A different version of myself in the future that isn't a total piece of shit
Who knows!?!? haha
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Deadass
01:55
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UWU
On my way to the store I'm prone
Heaven knows, I've got to go
To the bathroom where I belong
Looking at my hairline, in the stall
(Using my cellular phone camera)
Couldn't pick up my hair in the bathroom mirror, somehow!
I was GOOD,
I was FINE,
until you crossed my mind
It's not your fault
I just have BPD, oh OH!
What's wrong with me lately?
I can't seem to find the time to...
Sucking noises, sucking choices!
I think I'll die in such a state!
(I bring nothing to the table.)
(I will bring nothing to the table)
Deadass?
Deadass????
DEADASS?????
DEADASS???????
(deadass?)
DEADAASSS?????????
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry
Five days since you laughed at me
Said get that together, come back and see me
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PRT
02:12
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Sitting at the bus stop
Checking for the bus fair
Cold wind bites my neck
My eczema flares
I forgot my fifty cents
god dammit holy shit
another three mile walk
in weather like this!!
I got a gallon of water
and a shit-ton of office supplies
w-why do I do do this
I wanna fucking die
I fuckin hate myself
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Puke On My Spine
02:14
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Oh what a horror,
Oh what a horror!
Love is in the backseat,
Death is in the corner!
Oh you're puking up sprite,
and you've been jizzing on my mind, yeah
Puke on my spine
Puke on my mind
Mulholland Drive DVD
You never even see me anymore
Gushing out blood,
now it's falling onto the floor!
Oh you pentagonal girl
Oh you got me in a whirl
Puke on my spine
Puke on my mind
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[incomprehensible verbal chatter]
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Are we of pulchtritude?
Are we of love?
Have we gone mad with power?
Is this the only power that we have?
Useless bodies on a pike barreling toward hell
Bodies riding on a wheel barreling towards hell
Can we talk about it later?
Can we be good now?
Should we be frightened of the way the houses stand like obelisks,
celebrated to the zenith of death itself?
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9. |
Psychic Terror
04:27
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On my
carapace
noxious
Sugar-trace
Hello, Hello
Empty, feeling low
Waterlogging all my circuitry
I cannot face the harsh reality
Oh, please smash mY FACE
Put a dent in it with a rock
Oh, at Crater Lake
You put a rock, a rock, a rock,
in my face
Old Spice,
on my neck
Long rope tied up to it
Farewell,
I'll see you
coming around to our latitude
Your love breaks my back
Taking all the covers when you sleep in my bed
Your love looks like your laugh
Sometimes it feels like your faking it
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The North Star gets brighter every night, I swear
It's not a pleasant sign, it feels like a deadly omen
Like the star was a facade, it was a meteor the whole time
It's the size of Texas
I feel sick, I feel heavy
All the time I've already wasted
and the time I've yet to waste
I feel anger, I feel heavy
It's all natural when you're this pathetic
A young man sits in a bedroom with a cigarette in his hand
He lights it and looks at it but he never takes a drag
He lets it ash onto his carpet
Before smashing it into his desk
He feels stupid and scared for his life
Does smoking affect your sex life
It's not like I'm having sex
wait
I meant HE
he's alone so long
burning his eyes out with a spear
and in the other room I can hear my mom
talking to herself with the loud, under-your-breath s-sound
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Coinpusher
04:50
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You kidding me?
I have lost it completely.
I haven't done work
In the past few days
I perceive
a different torture method
a cacophonic wail
of something else you've said before
And it
it gets so bad
I really have to try
not to think about how it hurts
or how it hurts because of how weak I am
Bob Ross on my desk
my dog is such a bitch
will you stop fucking barking
or I will curse you
with the might
of one-thousand suns
Wait okay I wouldn't do that to my dog that's kind of fucked up
Like, I wouldn't do any of that
Animal abuse is
kinda sus
IT'S KINDA SUS
(fuck harvey weinstein)
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Yellow Umbrella
08:30
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Someone new dies
She opens her rain fly
Out in the cold
Dressed up in black tie
He awkwardly stands by
and waits as she leaves
And they search for another
that the earth will soon cover
A funeral to attend
Never knowing each other
Never soon to be lovers
Never finding a friend
And she's got a tattoo;
the equivalent of a bruise;
it's hidden under her sleeve
Didn't think anyone knew
She's posing for a statue
Sculpted out of ice
On a rope he will hang
to his mother's dismay
flirting with his grave
And maybe he's playing
or maybe he has something important
to say
And he's just a passerby,
heard someone new died;
went to the funeral
And as he stood casket side
He couldn't even cry
but he knew it was her
She just sat hopeful,
lonely, and eager to leave.
A world that's more truthful,
lovely and beautiful,
still wouldn't be good enough for her.
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