NOPOET –worlds solution—

poetry by nicc cooling
Juli 4, 2008

Why me (psycodelic shit)

Last night of chosen history, i tool
´and took an advantage of an evening fullof pround shit. it was for a first beginning the best tie break a master good do. but after all the hell of a mess of stress and paranoutic balances it became a fast return of hanf and hard shitz. what is tha that i have to fear a baby died? i dont fight for fuckers bastards greafing guys. bad habizs slithly return to a beagle as of wax in a doom of fisters antz and animals. vb

wiso? he der präsi sagt grüß steisbein von bier. aber herr gesöff ist oft mals nur über die unheilige scheiße erstaunt. die sich nur in der gespinst region von bugdfu, abspielt.

so cela vie mon frere capitan sebastion. tour la mouir exatement eventuelle gradue…

sorrry an d again sorry for my spit in your face but you agly bastard kill fits for nuts…
me im fourand toiund dogs told and bastardio wants to seat in a bealt club.for wat is this shit neassary and prounds of pounds and bill free as hole dollys have took space in a adventure of happiness and pround produ c3e.

fuck yoiu yoiu yoiuu b asst asr door.
hast du mich heit gejuckelet dann quelle ich dir dein sumo sumpf im arsch du ficker….

sesam präsentiere nicht so stolz den anschein du hätest eine frau entbunden ohne den binfaden gelöst zu haben……………

und immer noch schlechte nacht in turuhn. warum ist die se scheisse so legal und günstig am arsch zu fassen wenn die…
excusiomoiu mon chair. stail your hause for fuckiong nothing.
im trying to donner and donnate but you have a bastard inside your tamy and if you spit in my club i have to direct you out of a civilised class room and strange how yyoui habitts fuck yourin.
as more exstablished i get then more you try to bind out of your preaty as cock but you have a every known wisdom of your own priorities and feel the stolen woods of a bandid in your face and still your as is not as clean as your bortorm.

at the end afist for your face.

fry your stolen deeds
a percusion finds out
were ever youi feeda
ill take your cheets a
dont say it loud lordb
dont province mouds
in a roball style in do
fuck you fuck youjas
robots have to saveo
open up your face c.

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