Stoce

Peel off

Clatter of the chips, pop a prayer like a pill, it's an imagined insurance for the shit with which you cannot deal in every lacking moment of assurance forms.

Turn to splatter on the wall no matter which way the coin flips, win or lose, the ball is gonna roll through the brain and bone.

Take a drink or two n' raise the bar, then hit the deck when all's said and done. Home is where i lay the dead at night, dome a couple tin piece men and lay still with them as they rot.

May as well make a show of the hole or straddle a pole, honey luscious skin shining for the money, or at this point for the fun out pokin' through to the tightly clad cloth, beckons to pull the trigger under trench, pocketed in coat. Cash, brass, bass and matter, nothin' else matters after crossin' lotus tree, got me needin' take axe and lighter, tell the boys to zip it up and get back to ship.

Leave the saloon and mount your saddle, watching the sun drizzle out while counting what's still in the gun. Spit and shine, visit like an off meal in some hole in the wall, sit down in and fall on through, get caught up in the scene rent an inn and rent to the passin', whoever may be comin'.

Stall or steer, let it take you or send it flailin' to the goal, life is a gamble, and I'm playin' to lose. Any end shall have been part of my life, any slip up my bust or loss, breathin' every moment I place a wager, meager vice versa play unto my vices and violence. I'm a dirty weasel painting the path of life on a finagled easle, make it easy and bear your arms to let us lay down ours, take in cuff and lock, skip and cheer.

Shatter a tooth then wreck the groin, rinse and repeat till the river runs red, I'll be playin till i end up dead, hair already grayin, what time do i got left? Green, black, red, glance at the number and glance at the shade, every movement a bluff, every moment a poke at the chip and the burning stove.

If life is a highway, every second is a toll booth, and I'm the held down fool convicted by the man, coursing with conviction und red as blood within vein, speeding past as many stops as possible.

Saturday, January 11, 2025. 17:03

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RythmSquid

On The Subject Of discord: .rubytea I make all the coverart && I Am As I Am

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Like Hey everybody, call me whatever you like, I like to make a lot of names to keep things moving & people guessing

I'm Ruby, I'm Jackie, I'm Ika, I'm Squid, Lydia,,,

I'm a gal I'm a guy I'm a monster I'm a saint, and an angel

HELLO!!

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CalamariBass

User · CalamariBass

Pierce The Veil just makes me hate life , and stuff , makes me think of like, ex girlfriends and stuff..

In a world of evil, games often do not allow you to be an evil

Medias , especially these interactive ones, they should allow us the freedom of mistake , of losing and winning, and not just in some half-batch particularly programmed way, , We should be able to observe, to become, to feel, true evil, true loss

Like a book, like a movie , what's with the hesitation, spit up the walls which cover us from truth of horror..

i get a lot of enjoyment from the fact that bugcatching is done with the hook. like imagine walking down the street and this 60-year old one-eyed asshole is impaling butterflies and grasshoppers with a rusty hook and chain and shoving them into his pockets. you don't need to do all that sir you can just use like a bug net or something like the rest of us

esperanza parada, "día 2," 1962, oil on linen

Pottery has been kicking my ASS so here’s another quick thang cause I’m so tired