Shantys, Diddys, & Tasty Licks

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You know what to do:
Number 1:

Upon his skull he donned the cap
Asking doods where the doses are at
Upon his skin the sun placed a rash
Hi, my name is SKSKSKSKSKullbash
He once did speak with a dood named Shane
And represents wit a hippy pimp cane
Drinking beer, never eating shrooms
Rocking Fubu and bowling shoes
Pictures his face, swimming in a bog
Dood you didnt consult me about accuiring a dog
Running away, socks up to his knees
Theres bear afoot, waiting in the trees

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that was touching. great job! bbbbbbbbbwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa

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Thank you, thank you. I am selling autographed poetry, only 10 skulls and 3 vamp energy drinks per poem.

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i fancy my self as a bit of a poet. give this little ditty a go

the blood drips off my sword
that lays in the hatchback part of my accord
as i sit under the peachtree and ponder death
i growl in anger under my breath
in this life ill never know the answer
lest life be cut short by colon cancer
9-5 just tryin to survive
i hit the curb casue i dont know how to drive
what do i do dood i need direction
you see i dont cut my nails for my own protection

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On The Twelf Hour Of The Darkest Sabath We Must Drain 12 Vamps In The Name Of The Dark Lord Tom Fishcer. Bastards Are Mine. Arkangel Dark Angel Lend Me Thy Light!

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hhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa that was the best poem ever. I almost died man.

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On The Twelf Hour Of The Darkest Sabath We Must Drain 12 Vamps In The Name Of The Dark Lord Tom Fishcer. Bastards Are Mine. Arkangel Dark Angel Lend Me Thy Light!

hahahahaha

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yea i learned most of my poetry and sword bearing skills here http://www.tinicumartandscience.org/

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yea i learned most of my poetry and sword bearing skills here http://www.tinicumartandscience.org/

hahahahahaha!!!!! dodo your gonna get me fired, I keep laughing mad loud at while im on the phone with these rednecks.

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yo does the bull still live on peachtree?

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yea dood, and Shane called me last night talking about him. He wrote a poem too, Ill get it tonight and post it on here it's mad funny.

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yo post that one about evil blood drenched broods.

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these pictures are poetry in themselves.
one is skullbash's true love jen, the other is his best friend wendell. heres a little poem to go along with em'http://www.hipgallery.com/photopost2/data/500/jen.jpghttp://www.hipgallery.com/photopost2/data/500/wendell.jpg
brothers i am calling,
from the land of distant doods
were calling on the dragons
and blood drenched evil broods
satan is comming
from a black and stormy sky
so in the name of doodbash
raise yer hammers high!!!!!!!!!!
(insert tasty lick here)

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dood, dont ever do that again. I just choked on a cheezit while I was on the phone. I mean thanks for the warning, but dood I almost died. There is not enough letters I can type to express how funny that shit is. Thank god I'm still alive man

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yo im crying im laughing so hard

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me too. I keep having to look at the faces but I die every time. those kids were mad gay man, what was the other bulls name? and where did you get those hahahahaha

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from the tinicum site, you talkin bout the fat bull ben from qurackertown?

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nah, the other bull

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I submit for the aprroval of the midnight society:

Between Stations II

At the end of the path leading nowhere
Is m tent where I sleep
Between two radio broadcast stations
It lies in a clearing
in the heart of static
Under the power lines
This is where I live
It twists my thoughts
After years of exposure
I cannot think clearly


-Wendell Bishop

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aproval denied buddy, not gothic enough. maybe if it was a bloody tent, or evil radio. or instead of power lines, fake black paper mache' crow lines.

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damn, and he tried so hard too.

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How bout this lil sea shanty:

Excuse

I segregate myself.
Surrounded by everyone
alone with my fears.
I hear everything
It seems unimportant.
I see everything
it seems distant.
Too afraid to be
what I know I am.
I am my biggest fear.


- Jen Roberts

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Or this un:

Poem


I was pinned to the wall
I was in constant pain
I felt like I had received death
but no, I was just a new species
That’s what it was
my new grave



-Jim Kein

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aproval denied buddy, not gothic enough. maybe if it was a bloody tent, or evil radio. or instead of power lines, fake black paper mache' crow lines.

BWHAHAHAHAHAHA. What was the monsters name hanging over the bed?

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those are much more up to par.

yo imagine if skull just happened to stumble on this site and read this. alls i got to say is ABLKARROW

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HHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH HHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA



spooky JR, after his plastic pipe named spooky, damn i gotta think of more funny memories

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Dood what if he blows up my house? Im scared dood.

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HHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH HHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA



spooky JR, after his plastic pipe named spooky, damn i gotta think of more funny memories

hahahahahaha classic.

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This is where my talent come from:

http://www.deadlounge.com/poetry/poems.html

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Night Ritual


Around, all around, the sinister creatures gather.
My dread grows as an avenging sword falls against my naked soul.
It smites me, and darkly my
vitae drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In unholy terror I beg forgiveness
while nothingness takes my hand.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon darkened eyes.

This is my doom

- By Relayer

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Alone in Darkness


the night falls as if slain by the sun, cold and alone are we.
the salvation for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
devoured by the all-encompassing dark.
all hope must surely perish.

your passion throbs no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
our dark emotions surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.

- By Relayer

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the blackest gift


It is a night of blood, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their howls. The dark one
awakes.

Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her brooding form,
a brooding agony.

Her raven hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
death streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of darkness,
I thirst.

- By Relayer