ill draw a pretty picture
ill draw it with a twist
ill draw it with a razorblade
ill draw it in my wrist
and as i draw this picture
a fountain will appear
and as this fountain flows
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look its what those braclet things mean





Black: Sexual Intercourse





Blue: Blow Job





Green: Cunnilingus





Clear: Watever you want





Orange: Kiss





Yellow: Hug





Red: Lap Dance





Purple: Anal Sex





Silver: Fisting





White: Flashing Your Tits





Pink: Flashing





Gold Glitter: Make out





Brown: Toss My Salad





Glow in the Dark: Using Sex Toys





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this is red13 the weird wolf cat mix he is 
45 years old he is frome final fantasy 7 from the new move advent children






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Take careful aim now,
We dont want to miss.
Make sure the gun is cocked,
And the bullets are loaded.

Do it fast,
No time for mistakes.
Do it fast,
No seconds thoughts to make.
Hold the gun to your temple,
Squeeze your eyes tight,
Put your finger on the trigger,
Pull fast and hold tight.

Boom.
Sharp pain lasts for a second,
Then your budy numbs

Quick dial 911!
Someone help me! You try to shout.

But its to late.
The light is fading
Your gone from the world.
No more pain.

Theres an angel waiting at the gate
With a cheery bright smile
And he looks you in the eye
And says Welcome...
To Hell.


Idk where this came from...it was just inside...




The Dead Village



Here there is death. But even here, they say, --
Here where the dull sun shines this afternoon
As desolate as ever the dead moon
Did glimmer on dead Sardis, -- men were gay;
And there were little children here to play,
With small soft hands that once did keep in tune
The strings that stretch from heaven, till too soon
The change came, and the music passed away.

Now there is nothing but the ghosts of things, --
No life, no love, no children, and no men;
And over the forgotten place there clings
The strange and unrememberable light
That is in dreams. The music failed, and then
God frowned, and shut the village from His sight.