Pyosis mucolysifies malignant mucocoeles. Pustules endocrinating disseminated mortified cells. Flesh punctuated by cancerous pustules. Burning your face with formicating papules.
Fomentatious perflation hydrogenates your foetal cisterna. Coagulating haemorrhage and your congenital hernia. . Dehydrated soup - crumbling hygroma. Pectified sludge - dank, acrid aroma.
Bloody hypertrophy of papillae spewing urethritis like urticaria. Septicaemia filled dermis scorched by acidic uric nocturia.. . Verrucose urethra. Glutenous condyloma.
Dried, rotting, flaking, rancid flesh. Crumbling tissue - nothing left. Cancerous, mouldy, septic infestation. Smouldering decay of defecation. . Your bowels now play host to pestilent decay.
Oozing chyme reeks as your duodenum is hacked. Secreting gastric juices, enzymes melt your fecal tract. Torn major arteries, your corpse with blood is drenched.
My problems, didn't know I had. My problems make me so sad. My problems must be really bad. Cause everybody's telling me. I gotta go fix my problems. .
Met you on Myspace, we got real close. Told you all my secrets, you told me most. But our relationship was torn when I found out. . Unicorn, unicorn. I met you on Myspace.
....yeah, thiz about life man.....(chiness bizness) Every thing you do, Fikiria, hujui place utaishia...au sio. verse 1. Skiza story yake, mwana wa mabepari.
Shootin' stars, gilded age. Yeah, just spill your dreams to me and we just hide away. You can stay if you believe. Just a leap of faith across a busy boulevard of broken dreams.
Perhaps I've never tried that hard to see. A palm tree swinging lazy in the breeze. Perhaps I looked away too many times. Just ignoring all the signs.
Where, oh, where is that little child that used to play?. Another turning of the page, another churning of the day. Are you tired of the same? To much flower dulls the brain.
Hey, hey, how's it going? What you up to? How you been?. I see you're shooting ducks down in a shooting pen again. Yeah, I could use the change, I've scraped the wishing well.
You're on my fingers, you're on my paper. We're close but far, here we are, there you are. You're on my weak heart, my heart is tissue. My heart's a scar, here we are, there you are.
It's Sunday noon in my room. The wind is really ragin'. Inside I'll hide in my tune. And think of yesterday playing. In my room. In my room. . I feel like a kite high in a tree.
There's a neat little lass and her name is Mary Mac. Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track. Lot of other fellas want to get up on her back. But I'm thinking that they'll have to get up early.
Es la noche ms horrenda y misteriosa,. La joven dama corri sola al campo santo del lugar,. An no sabamos por qu ella. Iba a buscar la carne ptrida en el fondo de una fosa,.
Voices calling me home where I belong. And I'm longing to make myself that strong. And I come to you every night in my head. And I left home so long ago and it's time to make amends.
Muskrat, muskrat candlelight. Doin' the town and doin' it right. In the evenin'. It's pretty pleasin'. . Muskrat Susie, Muskrat Sam. Do the jitterbug out in muskrat land.
Some, times, I feel like. I was born to lose. But it seems to me. This time I know. I'm Losing out on you. Now it feels like. Not enough is all i do. .
She's twenty one years older than the rest. But I think I'm well up to the test. Don't you think that younger guys are fun?. The only thing that's stopping me.