So after drowning in Vodka and gutter whores,
and blazing a trail of self destruction so vibrantly evil,
that the devil himself said "WOW"...
I have almost returned from my exile in HELL-
The tapestry of betrayal bestowed upon me,
so weasel and RAT like,
so shit scented and soulless, it brings one to their feet,
screaming "AUTHOR! AUTHOR!"
Oh Cunt's of the world, rejoice!
For you have a new queen of the vaginal damned!!
A black witch who represents all vanity charged, self absorbed cunts,
spitting in the face of all that is morally correct and true,
watching their cheap,gaudy Brighton ankle bracelets bouncing off the
tubby, pasty white ass of the scavenger Rats they cheapen themselves for-
Oh what fun, what fun indeed!
Monday, January 11, 2010
WALK WITH ME IN HELL
Posted by Johnny Pipewrench at 5:24 AM
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8 comments:
Is this a poem? It sounds like a poem.
Man, I thought it was going to be a boring day, my highlight was making banana bread, but. the return of Pipewrench, well......that quite exciting. Are you on facebook?
Good Lord. I put a big toe back into the world of blogger (only to view Ubermajesty's burblings) and what comes out of the pond but this?
One never knows what each day will hold. Bananas in my mailbox, or excrement on the front porch.
(Good to see you Mr. Pipewrench)
Yes, I am on Facebook-
LADIES!MONKEY!
God bless hope all is well-
If you knew half...just half...
of what I've been through in the
last year, you'd crap out a Mexican
midget named "SPOON"-But alas,
I'VE GOT A NEW GIRL NOW-
(Remember that song?)
Ha! I'll see your last year, and raise you my last 2 years!
But I'm guessing I passed successfully through someone's lower intestines, because I'm feeling much better now.
There's only one Johnny Pipewrench on Facebook, and it says he was born in 1985. Since I know you were already feathering your hair and wearing spandex pants by then, that's either not you or you're a horrible liar.
Yeah, what's up with all this secret facebook identity crap?
You'd think he didn't love us anymore. Sniff, sniff.
Brudda, I think you need to re-think summore 'bout where you be going, child. Hell is eternal and there's meeen ol nasty MoFos downtown who are much BIGGER than you. Owch. Repent and believe. Jesus only gives you several chances, yet, Jesus gits tired, too. I'll pray for you, ya absurd irony, ya nebulous reality ...thewarningsecondcoming.com
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