The game has been played. The champs drowned in spoils, and the losers went home with their dicks tucked. XX
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE . . . . . . . WORLD STUDIES CHAPTER TWO . . . . . .
LITERATURES ON LIFE + DEATH
CHAPTER THREE . . . . VANDAL THEORY 101 CHAPTER FOUR . . . . .
SOCIAL POLITICS
CHAPTER FIVE . . . . . FOREIGN LANGUAGE
CHAPTER ONE: WORLD STUDIES
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CHAPTER TWO: LITERATURES ON LIFE + DEATH
When I was a deer in a forest I saw a man as GOD He saw me as prey, so I ran away Then a shot cried out, my legs gave out And all I heard was laughter all around me.
Now I lay between blood and shade The man-god came, with a gun and a blade He held my neck tightly, then whistled ever so lightly The tune to which I would die by. -- XX
What would you Told you shit ain't what it Your faith in Reach for my
say if I questioned your GOD? seems, killed your hopes and your dreams? the false has doomed us all. hand as I watch you fall... XX
What would you Told you shit ain't what it Your faith in Reach for my XX
say if I questioned your GOD? seems, killed your hopes and your dreams? the false has doomed us all. hand as I watch you fall...
We came in this world bitching. Kicking, screaming, crying. Weak. Sensitive. A bunch of little bitches. All we could do was eat, sleep, shit. Cry, kick, scream. And suck on our mother's tit. According to christian belief, we're born sinners. Born guilty. Born to die. Born dying. Yet we live... Some people are ready to die. Others are not, but accept the terms in the contract for life theynever signed, including the final tax it bears. Everything has its price. Still, many run from it, as if they can escape the price for life. As if prayer will yield them eternal life and riches. As if science will one day abruptly and miraculously pardon us from our greatest debt. But they won't. The debt must be paid, and death won't wait. But really, I don't give a shit . The world is sick and growing sicker. I could care less about what happens to me after I die, when I'll die, or how I'll die. Whatever happens, happens. All that matters is that I'm here, right now. Alive. And still bitching. Still kicking, screaming, crying. Weak. Sensitive. A big bitch. All I can do is eat, sleep, shit. Cry, kick, scream. And suck on some fat girl's tit. Then one day it will all cease, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. Life is weird and short as fuck. Enjoy it while you can. XX
Life Is Weird & Short As Fuck.
DON’T BE A PUSSY.
CHAPTER THREE: VANDAL THEORY 101
CHAPTER FOUR: SOCIAL POLITICS
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CHAPTER FIVE: FOREIGN LANGUAGE
A: Hello pretty boy! Can you translate these words? 1) noun; BASTARD 2) verb; FUCK
Q: Hola papi chulo! 多Se puede traducir estas palabras?
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