10/02/2009 05:38:57

Is it me or this fucking site is dead ??

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05/12/2009 02:46:02

well hello hello !!
glad to hear from you again

my day ?
well, i work at Sprint, the cell phone provider at Order Support desk (the offices are in Buenos Aires, Argentina) ... so my job consists on being insulted on the phone 5 days a week 7 hours a day by Americans who complain about my accent whilst they tell me to go fuck myself because somebody else fucked 'em up -hahaha

So if you ever called to those 1-800 numbers to complain about your cell phone service you probably insulted me as well -lol
yeah ! that bastard who transferred you to the wrong department and hung up on you after staying on the line for 45 minutes was me !! -hahaha

actually on this site i've seen all kinds of weird people ... so far i had to block like 5 stalkers and i had like 3 marry proposals in one year -lol
(and i can't even get a fucking date in real life !!)

yes, there are too many kids on here but actually i've seen many grown ups with serious issues as well -lol

05/11/2009 22:02:00

05/10/2009 16:09:23

05/03/2009 12:22:23

One of my latest writings…inspired by a bytch that doesn’t know how to keep her place


Fuck Second Chances



Festering apathy, diseased by accord.
Dearth of sentiment, your affection abhorred.
Raped of my sanity, my soul has bled dry.
Desires for malice, I want you to die!


Seeded in malice, mutations occurred
twisted perversions with morals obscured
Blood lust attained, wrought of your torment.
Reborn and renewed with Satan's consent.


Force fed deception, lost in facade.
Soothed into trust, but quickly betrayed.
You cut out my heart, swilling the savor.
Yet you convene here today and covet my favor?


Consumed by loathing, murder conspires.
Impaled within my darkest desires.
To slaughter your flesh, a banquet of pain.
Can you not see that you’re merely a stain?


Greed and disgust are all that I've shown.
This proverbial top is about to be blown.
Fervor for massacre, shorn of abstains.
Severed Sucubi, you taunt the insane!


Famished for blood, the voices yearn.
Burst into fire, my pulse starts to burn.
Grinding the teeth, with two clenching fists.
Thoughts filled with memories of our dying trysts.

I revel in vengeance, devoid of compassion.
To taste of your agony, the pain I will fashion.
My psychotic clout, an end to self control.
You've crossed the line bitch, now pay the toll!

© May, 2009~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~all rights reserved

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