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Nine Ways to Fuck It
by Sebastciaun Censtcuriaus Wed Mar 12, 2008 2:30 am
Nine
Three AM it be,
Solar flare of a deed in snared, tangled in my rite, set it rite.
Indeed this reaps the seed in its seed of seeds. rhyme times rhyme
three times three is three that of the divine in me.
heart to heart
blood to blood
soul to soul
mindless of mind
sight for sight
tonight is the night
red is red
good is bad
bad is good
dark is light
light is dark
dark to night, night to light as is
light to night as dark tonight
sealed in my rite this time tonite.
The rhyme in abolition of time,
reapers of crime appalled by this celestial rhyme.
In infinities time
Is this in mine and is mine thine own time.
Luscious to the taste as that of wine
Lost in the drunken rhyme subdued and persuaded.
sublime is mine own time.
Mind the fine sign from my illusion of my own divine.
tonight, tonight, tonight I set my rite this divine rite;
I walk and talk as the shattered stare ensnared inside this carnival of life's jealous fares.
render this from mine own sender;
Bender the blender, wither and wilt.
The mixture of words, paid less due to thine time
rhyme this in time will be then that of this same time.
plight is a mindless sight.
rite to rite
heart to heard
mind to mind
soul to soul
blood to blood
creed to creed
seed for seed
written upon the hour glass of fading time.
The cold belate rate fate;
The seedless deeds indeed.
Silence and speed;
Minions of Dominions are slow to read.
Flowers to feed,
So gracious the deed.
A creed I swore to be in me thine will I be.
To thee I am in thee for it is thee they read my own time is this rhyme.
splendor is this feast of my beast.
It is not rite for the ones without rite site.
To claim my right or my night naught is they;
Willed to be for in thine on Rede is my life is to be.
The bite of the beast indeed.
The Planted Seed,
The reapers decree,
A creed is now and will always blessings upon me.
Blessed are we who read and weep for the innocent of innocence.
Sentence to sentence;
Word for Word;
Blurb to Blurb.
Nine is this time to Rhyme;
In this End,
I show the way and Won I am,
Won I have,
The rede of be what is me, my own rhyme is thine in deed.
Sealed in this decree;
My Fate to be
A Deed in Deed.
So Mote it Be as it is to be;
Blessed Be.
Three AM it be,
Solar flare of a deed in snared, tangled in my rite, set it rite.
Indeed this reaps the seed in its seed of seeds. rhyme times rhyme
three times three is three that of the divine in me.
heart to heart
blood to blood
soul to soul
mindless of mind
sight for sight
tonight is the night
red is red
good is bad
bad is good
dark is light
light is dark
dark to night, night to light as is
light to night as dark tonight
sealed in my rite this time tonite.
The rhyme in abolition of time,
reapers of crime appalled by this celestial rhyme.
In infinities time
Is this in mine and is mine thine own time.
Luscious to the taste as that of wine
Lost in the drunken rhyme subdued and persuaded.
sublime is mine own time.
Mind the fine sign from my illusion of my own divine.
tonight, tonight, tonight I set my rite this divine rite;
I walk and talk as the shattered stare ensnared inside this carnival of life's jealous fares.
render this from mine own sender;
Bender the blender, wither and wilt.
The mixture of words, paid less due to thine time
rhyme this in time will be then that of this same time.
plight is a mindless sight.
rite to rite
heart to heard
mind to mind
soul to soul
blood to blood
creed to creed
seed for seed
written upon the hour glass of fading time.
The cold belate rate fate;
The seedless deeds indeed.
Silence and speed;
Minions of Dominions are slow to read.
Flowers to feed,
So gracious the deed.
A creed I swore to be in me thine will I be.
To thee I am in thee for it is thee they read my own time is this rhyme.
splendor is this feast of my beast.
It is not rite for the ones without rite site.
To claim my right or my night naught is they;
Willed to be for in thine on Rede is my life is to be.
The bite of the beast indeed.
The Planted Seed,
The reapers decree,
A creed is now and will always blessings upon me.
Blessed are we who read and weep for the innocent of innocence.
Sentence to sentence;
Word for Word;
Blurb to Blurb.
Nine is this time to Rhyme;
In this End,
I show the way and Won I am,
Won I have,
The rede of be what is me, my own rhyme is thine in deed.
Sealed in this decree;
My Fate to be
A Deed in Deed.
So Mote it Be as it is to be;
Blessed Be.
Sebastciaun Censtcuriaus- Operations Coordinator
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Age : 41
Location : Abyss of Heaven
Registration date : 2008-03-10 -
Re: Nine Ways to Fuck It
by Sebastciaun Censtcuriaus Wed Mar 12, 2008 2:30 am
Bed of Fire
I remember, I remember now, I'm laying on the hospital bed, last words I heard from the mother, the brother "You are the reason your father is Dead".... Oh god, can this be true? I am on fire, my hands face and feet are scarred third degree, the nice hospital lady let me bring in this jukebox, I'm tripping off morphine, my face is flaky feeling, it has no form nor shape, God will this grow back, when can I take off these wrappings, I look like a mummy. Oh god, theres the Morphine Button. I'm glad I have "Pink Floyd and The Dark Side of the Moon" playing next to me it soothes me from the burning, Man does this pain ever cease, maybe i'll give it a few days.... Well, the nurse says I'll have to give it atleast a year, I can't go outside for fear of infection, My heart is beating, Ok I'm still alive, what Happened Jarrett? Well I was going in to the building, I fired up the Heater, it exploded, Oh shit I burned my building down, oh well, I didn't like the building anyway, Is Dad Okay? I hate My Mom and Brother So much I will never ask them or give them permission to see me the hate arises, so much hate, inside me i am crying, why am i crying? I am not sad, I do not feel sad, the wraps around my face are soaked with blood seethed tears, i cannot scratch myself my hands are covered, this is what Hell feels like? hmmm. I wonder if there is morphine in hell? I hope Pink Floyd is there he really tunes me out to this Anger... GOD WHY NO NOT AGAIN, I FEEL IT, shit? I hate everyone I hate you all, I am not the reason? God, Please No, God I will not stand for this? God, what's up? I am not allowing anyone to see me except for this nurse what does she look like my eyelids can't blink, is she pretty?.........
Oh god, I'm lighting candles now, i'm starting to play..... There is Dad, I love you Dad I knew I wasn't the Cause of your Death, Because you are still Alive, your Kidney Stone ok? How's Mom and Brother?
Words can Hurt Especially when they are said before your Green Line goes flat on the Hospital Bed....
I am Sebastciaun Censtcuriaus, Jarrett Johnson Died that Day.
I remember, I remember now, I'm laying on the hospital bed, last words I heard from the mother, the brother "You are the reason your father is Dead".... Oh god, can this be true? I am on fire, my hands face and feet are scarred third degree, the nice hospital lady let me bring in this jukebox, I'm tripping off morphine, my face is flaky feeling, it has no form nor shape, God will this grow back, when can I take off these wrappings, I look like a mummy. Oh god, theres the Morphine Button. I'm glad I have "Pink Floyd and The Dark Side of the Moon" playing next to me it soothes me from the burning, Man does this pain ever cease, maybe i'll give it a few days.... Well, the nurse says I'll have to give it atleast a year, I can't go outside for fear of infection, My heart is beating, Ok I'm still alive, what Happened Jarrett? Well I was going in to the building, I fired up the Heater, it exploded, Oh shit I burned my building down, oh well, I didn't like the building anyway, Is Dad Okay? I hate My Mom and Brother So much I will never ask them or give them permission to see me the hate arises, so much hate, inside me i am crying, why am i crying? I am not sad, I do not feel sad, the wraps around my face are soaked with blood seethed tears, i cannot scratch myself my hands are covered, this is what Hell feels like? hmmm. I wonder if there is morphine in hell? I hope Pink Floyd is there he really tunes me out to this Anger... GOD WHY NO NOT AGAIN, I FEEL IT, shit? I hate everyone I hate you all, I am not the reason? God, Please No, God I will not stand for this? God, what's up? I am not allowing anyone to see me except for this nurse what does she look like my eyelids can't blink, is she pretty?.........
Oh god, I'm lighting candles now, i'm starting to play..... There is Dad, I love you Dad I knew I wasn't the Cause of your Death, Because you are still Alive, your Kidney Stone ok? How's Mom and Brother?
Words can Hurt Especially when they are said before your Green Line goes flat on the Hospital Bed....
I am Sebastciaun Censtcuriaus, Jarrett Johnson Died that Day.
Sebastciaun Censtcuriaus- Operations Coordinator
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Age : 41
Location : Abyss of Heaven
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Re: Nine Ways to Fuck It
by Sebastciaun Censtcuriaus Wed Mar 12, 2008 2:31 am
Life Changes: By Sebastciaun
Life Changes
Life Changes when you are tripping your balls off staring down the barrel of a .357 Magnum Handgun. All I remember is tilting my head backwards as it were coming off my shoulders, the drugs were taking effect on my mind. The guy with the blue robbers mask own, guess those mean colors. well, his decoy friend is now taking my drugs, Shit, I just spent 1300 dollars on an ounce of shrooms and this ounce of killa bud. Damn, now i have to give it up. Hell i'm not even driving I hve a Gun in my face, riding shotgun in my own damn truck. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that bitch, fucking whore. I'm tripping my ass off and this asshole has a Gun in my face, I am going to take a loss and just hand the drugs over on this one, maybe i'll come back tomorrow and get my drugs back, one this is for sure though now this guys heads melting and i can't feel my toes, now is not the time to press my luck. Why does this feel like every second is a year, his speech is really slurred, i wonder if that Gun is going to click, will I hear the Click before my head is severed from my shoulders? who knows, I wonder if its going to hurt when I die? I know this guy has his colors up he surely will not leave a witness, or will he, well Damn I've been here seems like 10 minutes, and almost died all three seconds of it. Where the hell did I put my shrooms and bud, damnit I can't drive outta here my Driver just shit himself and i'm the one tripping balls, what the fuck is wrong with this picture? Goddamnit, I knew this would happen, fucking whores everytime i let pussy control me somthing bad happens, I wish i didn't like pussy so much, oh shit i'm still alive, am i speaking out loud, can this asshole with the gun hear me? hmm. oh well here you go kind sir here are my drugs, adios world. ..... 3 2 1 what, he's leaving BANG! Shot fired in the air, damnit my ears are ringing, fuck i'm hit, no wait i don't feel it, oh shit he shot it in the air he showed me he spared me, oh well, guess i'll ride off into the sun, maybe I'll do it all again tomorrow.
The Real Story: NOn-Fiction by Sebastciaun Censtcuriaus.
Life Changes
Life Changes when you are tripping your balls off staring down the barrel of a .357 Magnum Handgun. All I remember is tilting my head backwards as it were coming off my shoulders, the drugs were taking effect on my mind. The guy with the blue robbers mask own, guess those mean colors. well, his decoy friend is now taking my drugs, Shit, I just spent 1300 dollars on an ounce of shrooms and this ounce of killa bud. Damn, now i have to give it up. Hell i'm not even driving I hve a Gun in my face, riding shotgun in my own damn truck. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that bitch, fucking whore. I'm tripping my ass off and this asshole has a Gun in my face, I am going to take a loss and just hand the drugs over on this one, maybe i'll come back tomorrow and get my drugs back, one this is for sure though now this guys heads melting and i can't feel my toes, now is not the time to press my luck. Why does this feel like every second is a year, his speech is really slurred, i wonder if that Gun is going to click, will I hear the Click before my head is severed from my shoulders? who knows, I wonder if its going to hurt when I die? I know this guy has his colors up he surely will not leave a witness, or will he, well Damn I've been here seems like 10 minutes, and almost died all three seconds of it. Where the hell did I put my shrooms and bud, damnit I can't drive outta here my Driver just shit himself and i'm the one tripping balls, what the fuck is wrong with this picture? Goddamnit, I knew this would happen, fucking whores everytime i let pussy control me somthing bad happens, I wish i didn't like pussy so much, oh shit i'm still alive, am i speaking out loud, can this asshole with the gun hear me? hmm. oh well here you go kind sir here are my drugs, adios world. ..... 3 2 1 what, he's leaving BANG! Shot fired in the air, damnit my ears are ringing, fuck i'm hit, no wait i don't feel it, oh shit he shot it in the air he showed me he spared me, oh well, guess i'll ride off into the sun, maybe I'll do it all again tomorrow.
The Real Story: NOn-Fiction by Sebastciaun Censtcuriaus.
Sebastciaun Censtcuriaus- Operations Coordinator
- Number of posts : 222
Age : 41
Location : Abyss of Heaven
Registration date : 2008-03-10 -
Re: Nine Ways to Fuck It
by Sebastciaun Censtcuriaus Wed Mar 12, 2008 2:32 am
Will
To break free is breaking
down and then to be free is to be created. In this creation of freedom
the mind truly figures out what freedom is. It is not a word, it is a
state of being and a mindset that the One can attain, we allow it in
and then there is no set rule or protocol that will ever take this
feeling or state of being from Ones mind.
After this freedom
Ones life may or may not continue to grow if One chooses to grow and
create then that One will do just that. If that One chooses to destroy
and disassemble all things that have been created then that is which
the One will feel he must do. For I am a mere Man, I have no right to
judge anyone for I have done nothing but bring this world deeper and
deeper into the Hell that is its own creation. I can start today
though, and I can say, I am the One, I am the One that can change the
world, then I can feel that I am the One and take a step and test the
water and feel faith in action. Then I will know that I am the One and
I will change the world.
To break free is breaking
down and then to be free is to be created. In this creation of freedom
the mind truly figures out what freedom is. It is not a word, it is a
state of being and a mindset that the One can attain, we allow it in
and then there is no set rule or protocol that will ever take this
feeling or state of being from Ones mind.
After this freedom
Ones life may or may not continue to grow if One chooses to grow and
create then that One will do just that. If that One chooses to destroy
and disassemble all things that have been created then that is which
the One will feel he must do. For I am a mere Man, I have no right to
judge anyone for I have done nothing but bring this world deeper and
deeper into the Hell that is its own creation. I can start today
though, and I can say, I am the One, I am the One that can change the
world, then I can feel that I am the One and take a step and test the
water and feel faith in action. Then I will know that I am the One and
I will change the world.
Sebastciaun Censtcuriaus- Operations Coordinator
- Number of posts : 222
Age : 41
Location : Abyss of Heaven
Registration date : 2008-03-10 -
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