There was..There was a girl that could only live on lemonade, or her parents were really old and
rubbish and kept giving it to her to the point where she couldnt have anything else.
or they were really nice and they only gave it to her because they really liked her, I cant
decide that bit, but she could only live on lemonade. If she didnt have lemonade, shell die and
her parents were gonna die soon too coz they had something wrong with them like there blood was
blue or something like that and she had a brother, but he was really stupid so no one really care
about him they just wanted their little girl to live.The only trouble is, no one thought about her brother, she was in a bowl, he was on his own, no
one thought about him, they just, left him. So he sat by her, her brother, he sat by her in the
bottle and coz lemonade helped her eye sight she could see him really clearly through the sides,
even though the grass was, thick as a skull.Because it was the country side, there was nothing for him to eat, nothing for him to buy, and he was starving, and she could see that, and there was no one looking after him and coz he was a
bit stupid he couldnt really look after himself, and it kept on raining so his getting a bit
rusty, she was having an amazing time with the lemonade but,
she knew she had to help him, so she swam to the surface but, she couldnt get out, it was to far
away, the spot was too big, she knew she had to do something, he was getting worse and worse and
worse and he was really hungry and thirsty and he started eating grass and puking up all the
time, so she tried to try think of some plan for it, but she couldnt, or she knew is that he
needed her with him, or she could do watch him puke his guts out on the other side of the glass,
ha, then bing bang she knew, she started to drink, she drunk and she drunk and she drunk, and
this was a lot of lemonade, enough to last her till she died, coz he parents wanted her to live
for ages, and she drunk, every last drop, until she was in an empty bottle, but that was no good,
she still couldnt get out, but thats okay, coz she just waited, until she had a big one stored
up, coz she drunk all the pop, she drunk all the lemonade, then she start her fart, haha, it was
slow at first but then it was really loud and hard, and she blow her way out of the bottle,
straight form the top, like a rocket, then she stopped her brother eating grass, and they went
and found a nice little house to live in together, her and her brother, and it turned out that
drinking all that lemonade had cured her coz she never wanted it again, she had orange for the
rest of her life.
venerdì 14 maggio 2010
domenica 9 maggio 2010
Valeriana
giorno del cazzo
Comincio a sentire l'istinto ommicida...Ho voglia di bere mille pastiglie insime col wisky.
Sto perdendo la testa in un giorno..UN GIORNO DEL CAZZO!
Nel mondo sperdutto della mente vagante..
Voglio diventare tossicodipendente,drogata,alcolizzata,pazza...Voglio sciogliere questo cazzo di mondo nel dolce veleno che mi s
fuma la vista. Non è possibile. La mia vita sembrava quasi perfetta una settimana fa e adesso? Forse sono io il problema. Io creo sempre dei problemi. Sono psicopatica. (Grazie,papà..e solo merito tuo,continua così.)La sua persuasione morbida che mi rincoglionisce e mi fa impazzire funziona alla grande.Complimenti.

Anger, Jealousy, Bitterness, Tiredness, Hope, Lust, Love.
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