in the next room……

my buddies are playing the gutiars, we all have just come off a long night of being baked and now, waking up feeling somewhat refreshed, I think were going jam again, hmmm, music,what a great thing it is, its like a way to fucken expell the demons, and angles from yourself and let other people know of the bad times and good times you’ve had,

and now as i look out side the day terrible, snow is blowing around like no other, but i’m happy cause i’m in there and not out there, amd i guess as i ramble on about nothing for a while, you’ll all most likely think i’m some fucken freak or something, well cause i am but, ok anyways after not saying anything understandable for a while i’m going to go, if you dont understand this at all,feel free to beat me….please

mr.spooky

By Mr. Spooky

Hello, I'm Cody, I never was a normal kid, my greatest fear was having the blue collarded job and being just like everybody else, sadly in 8th grade I was like everyone else, but then the summer afterwards I realized who I was inside. I like my poetry, cherish my friends and family, devote myself to the goddess and god and wish that Steamboat had more Goths.

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  2. You subhuman fuck. Exchange your “buddies” guitar strings with razor wire, they are not worthy of playing the Guitar.

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