Social life - or death by DarkRiderDLMC, literature
Literature
Social life - or death
I can hear the music half a block away, over the sound of my Hog's motor.
I pull in, grinning, park the Hog and head inside. Usual patch house party, one full patch (other than myself), a probate and a prospect, several ladies and a boatload of booze and goodies.
I nod to the brothers and head through the kitchen into the bathroom. I push open the door to find a woman standing in the middle of the room, cryin' like a five year old - and I really, really have to piss.
So I ask, though I ain't really interested in if her boyfriend loves her or not, "Honey, what's the problem?"
She says, "They're going to rape me." But she says it all tear
Face Death with a Smile by DarkRiderDLMC, literature
Literature
Face Death with a Smile
When at last your time has come,
will you stand or will you run,
do you really have the sand,
to take death by the boney hand?
To stare into those long dead eyes,
ignore the buzzing of the flies,
and try to earn yourself a pass,
by using his hand to scratch your ass?
If you do, I must confess,
I'm pretty cold, but you impress!
I'd jet so fast that I'd leave a shit trail,
like a great big, fat assed tattoo'd snail!
The sands of time are running for me,
much faster than for most,
Although I'm here and hangin' on,
I'm supposed to be a ghost.
But I've a youngish daughter,
and I'd like to do her right
so there's no way that I'll step off,
and die without a fight!
But time has become gold to me,
treasure beyond compare.
I try to spend it on things I like,
my wasting it is rare!
But sub'ing here at Deviat Art,
has gotten awful slow,
and wasted precious time for me,
and why? I do not know.
The graphic claims it was uploaded,
the message say's "processing",
but I just sit and scratch my ass,
sometime's I even sing...
I deleted a bunch of sil
The Devil's Song - lit by DarkRiderDLMC, literature
Literature
The Devil's Song - lit
Robbery and murder and kicking white poodles
Cancer, heart failure, folk choking on noodles
Watching small children garroted with string
These are a few of my favorite things!
Lying and cheating and beating your mother
Then telling the cops it was done by your brother
choking Julie Andrews so that she can't sing
These are a few of my favorite things!
Stealing, kidnapping and playing with guns
Telling a five year old matches are fun
All of the good things that bareback sex brings,
These are a few of my favorite things!
when the sun shines,
when the good stinks,
when I'm feelin' fine.
I simply remember my favorite things,
and ki
Ashes to Ashes,
Dust to dust, rot before that,
we all surely must.
in the glaring light,
of the autopsy table,
we are not pretty.
Try to stay alive,
as long as possible so
We have company.
That makes him angry - lit by DarkRiderDLMC, literature
Literature
That makes him angry - lit
He'll hit me again, I know better than to cry. It was my fault, his supper was too hot and it burned the roof of his mouth. I ran to get him a beer to cool it, but I was so scared he'd be mad at me that my hands were shaking and I spilled beer on him. He can move so fast. I didn't know he was going to hit me. He threw me down the stairs and now I'm bleeding all over. That makes him angry, when I make a mess. This time is different, I think he broke something inside. Not an arm or finger or my nose like usual. Something inside. Something important inside. It hurts real bad, real deep inside. I can't tell him th