>She tells you that you'd be a great catch
>Later that night Chad fiddles with her snatch
Language like muttering pant smells running silver scanning
Passed down the Arab Street in the gutter patterns
Translucent medium from its like i talky you of a place
the vacuum of silent panic forgotten red mud flats
sharp fish syllables where is he now? he moved as sharp as water
assassins smile and drink he was caught reeds
broken into scanning patterns in the zoo of legs
dawn words falling fish talk the liquid typewriter spitting blood
where flesh circulates he strode toward flesh of red dusk laugh
purple gills stirring dead whistle stop Spain and 42 st.
its like reeds on the face circulates up through the dark excuses
where flesh identity dawn words falling stirring slow
gills of purple sleep he was caught in the zoo it is no death
where flesh circulates unbelief staring out from dawn skin
of Spain and 42 St.
>you sit alone in your beamer
>while she rides Chad's wiener
Dedicated to Elliot Rodger
>"Will you be my Valentine?"
>She's knee deep in Chadwick's slime.
Do you think it even partially tastes of pussy?
>you have tried your best
>still her head is resting on chads chest
>you say she is not good for you
>but you know this is not true
>you lay there crying in your sheet
>this is the story from neet to neet
Here I sit, broken hearted
I wanted her but Chads her target
Her and her friends are Chad's sex toys,
while I jerk off to anime boys.