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Jazz_Skellington

Jazz_Skellington

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heres one called.... quick death

When I woke up and saw I was in a coffin, i was pissed. At first I was mad at the people who put me in there, but then after realizing I had no clue who put me in the coffin I got over that. I was then just mad at the fact that I was still alive. So I killed myself. with poison...that was also in the coffin.

 
you're weird yo...

'Ok, punching ain't your thing...but that's ok, you're not that kind of fighter!' -Moe
 
ding ding. heres another one called 'craig, bojangles, and stepdad'

this one is actually sort of a script...

Stepdad: (from downstairs) go to bed craig!

craig: (in sassy rebelious voice) YOURe NOT MY MOM TODDDD

craigs closet door slowly opens and a small skeleton (of mr bojangles) emerges.

skeleton: come...play....dance with me craig, I'll never try to be the father you no longer have.

craig begins to enter the closet wanting to except the new life the skeleton has offered him.

Todd: (after running up stairs and seeing craig walk towards the closet) CRAIG!@!!! GET BACK HERE!!!!!

craig: NO! this bone jangles guy has offered me more than you ever have! FAKE DAD

Todd: NOOO... FOOTBALL.....STEAK........TELEVISION!!

bo(bone)jangles: (in a soft fading voice) love......freedom....narnia..................................

craig enters the closet with mr bj never to be seen again.

 
skeleton in the closet! nice archetype jigga.

song of the week to download: 'let me love you down' by INOJ

Willard: 'How many people had I already killed? There was those six that I know about for sure. Close enough to blow their last breath in my face. But this time it was an American and an officer. That wasn't supposed to make any difference to me, but it did. Shit... charging a man with murder in this place was like handing out speeding tickets in the Indy 500. I took the mission. What the hell else was I gonna do?'
 
that's deep... if you think about it

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of

arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly

proclaiming...'Wow! What a ride!'
 
My dogs eyes watched me closely as I ate my hamburger. I could tell he wanted a bite but I was not going to give in. Finally I decided to throw a French fry on the ground for him. He was very happy. He sucks at chewing, however, and I think the french fry proved to be not a great reward considering the work he put into eating it.

 
go buy a friend with the money u make from selling ur short stories.

...RUN FOR COVER PRODUCTIONS...

 
we once owned a house, then we sold it and bought a new one. now we live there. my stuff is there too

Take me to your special place,

Close your eyes show me your face............I'm gonna piss on it

 
Today I pooped. I was about as big as my forearm.

better to burn out...

...then fade away
 
the cattle roamed down the hallway of the motel, fore they where escaping their future rape deaths. i didnt bother chasing them. i just sat by the window, letting the air conditioner blow my sweaty face. i quitely played my saxophone as i saw the cattle crossing the parking lot of the hotel and heading for the intersection. i was too tired to bother chasing the herd back into my room. if i was too tired to chase them sluggish cattle, i would surly be too tired to butt fuck each and everyone to death.

(fuckin art yo)

pinktigers

 
if you want to write a good story in a paragraph you gotta use better sentences than, when i woke up i was in a coffin, i was pissed

Fuck You
 
heres one for ya....

Crib for sale, never used.

i didnt write it

****

//KAW RAW//

//DEFY SKEEZ//

Im a drinker with skiing problems
 
when i was little i asked the newspaper lady if i would have flabby elbows like her ( she was wicked fat) and she said if i ate to much like her then i would, then i cried really hard cuz i was scared.

...RUN FOR COVER PRODUCTIONS...

 
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