chinabean

On a cliff I stood and looked into the Valley of hell, then I felt someone push me and into the depths I fell lifting my head I saw a man crucified, his legs tied far apart and there were three foot demons removing his beating heart I stood up and started running along the burning river, and despite the intense heat with fear I began to shiver As I ran I past a man pulling a cart stacked high with rotting corpses, "More Souls" the creature said "To re-stock the reapers forces" "The Reaper" I asked "is it he who controls this place?", "Aye" replied the ox man "And you too will see his face" I looked into the distance and saw a thousand fo

Thick black depression pulls at the corners of my mouth. Once I would smile, I had a smile for everyone, smiles had no value to me, I used them as if they would never run out. What if joy is a non-sustainable resource, what if it could run out like so many pieces of tissue paper, what if I have used more than my fair share, to live the rest of my days without it because I wasted it on frivolity Where once there was joy there is now anger. In the faces of those that once filled me with glee, now do nothing but depress me. I am flailing in darkness but no-one can tell Would they care if they could? Would it help if they did? Why, Why am

This is typical of a "pokemon" forum/ No body has manners, no fcking decorum/ You see new rappers, see us a threat/ just Cuz we are dapper, doing sets you can't forget but you should let/ it go, you little punk muther fckers doing this shitt for show / seems you can't remember or did you never know/ that me and my G's are a higher class of entity / don't need papers to prove our identity/ we can be recognized by the events that follow/ unlike your shitt which is just hallow/ understand fools, action to reaction, attraction to satisfaction/ see your action was to get on my nerves/ now the reaction is that your gonna get wh