I Am A Dead Shit-Talking Parrot

I Am A Cyber-Bully

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Happy Happy Smile For The Camera You Little Shits

The television talked of a mother that drowned her three children while it showed a picture of the children and the mother and a father whose face was blurred. The smiles of the children and the mother in the picture shown on the television were the same as when the picture had been taken. The only change was that the father's face had been blurred. At some department store full of everything in the world they had posed staring and smiling to the upper left of the camera. Three white haired children arranged from left to right in ascending order by age. A girl a boy a girl. The two parents behind. From left to right Mother Father. The father’s hand on his son’s left shoulder was not blurred but his face was.

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i am a big dumbass bear on christmas morning

holy shit a house

im gonna look inside the fucking window

who the fuck is this dumbass family in this house

if i wanted to i could bust in there and eat every one of these fuckers

look at this little fucker opening a present

oh look its a fire truck big deal ass monkey

when are these shit hats gonna fucking notice the bear at their window

hey bitch you forgot to look in your stocking

there you go

lol bubba wubba and chocolate give her a fucking toothbrush mom and dad

when are they gonna see me and chase me away

damn thats a lot of wrapping paper

lol that kitten is playing in it what a retard

oh shit they see me

“im not gonna hurt you or eat you”

but it sounds like “roar roar roar” to them cause im a big dumbass fucking bear

dad thats a big ass gun

dont shoot me think of all the fun times

like when I watched your lovely family open presents on christmas

oh shit he took a warning shot im gonna run away

there is no presents under any of the trees of the woods of the world for me

why arent i hibernating

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IDGAF

A gold eagle flying in the snow-sky with a human baby in it’s talons. The baby doesn’t give a fuck that it will be eaten. If the bird was a stork I might think the baby was being delivered to a loving family. It will be torn apart by the engine to feed the eagle. I look at my face in the water and realize I don’t care.

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kiss me lady i am a wet-frog

wow check out this fly honey (as in a woman not a fly lol) maybe she will kiss my frog- skin and i can be a prince again im tired of being a dumb frog sitting on this lily-pad on a pond i used to be a prince in a castle put a witch changed me into a frog because i was mean as a prince but i learned my lesson by being a frog for a while if a woman kisses me i will turn into a prince again i hop up to her and she kicks my wet frog-skin and i just go ribbit

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Poem For a Cold Fruit-Fly

Fruit-fly in my fridge get out of there It is not light in there when the door is shut It is dark and cold You will get sick and i dont know how to treat sick fruit-flys Im thinking of you flying around my cold-dead fridge scared and i am sad I open the door and you fly out of the fridge and im like oh fuck a fruit-fly i should kill it before it eats my fruit and i kill you in my hand like every fruit-fly i have ever known and will know

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that pile of flapjacks looks mighty-fine though

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plz dont shave my dolphin

he is a beached dolphin from the ocean water i hug him to make him not-sad unlike the others he doesnt make fun of me for being a small boy-man born inside a glass jar i love my pet dolphin hes a boy dolphin people want to shave my hairy beached dolphin dolphins shouldnt be hairy they say hes not a dolphin hes my dead hairy dad a girl says

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motherfucker earth

on the edge of what the fuck

the blind sun reaches you,

and you just stand there orbiting it in a vacuum.

there are things and other things on you.

they all drown like pigeons into you, eventually.

but they feed the perpetual life on you, you ungrateful sack of shit.

if i had a penny everytime you fucked me over,

i would have at least ten thousand pennies which is a lot of pennies

but not a lot of dollars.

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cybersex dungeon

in a bleeding dead house i'm thinking of you

blow yellow smoke up my ass with your mouth and breath

no, you oink when i tell you to oink, ok?

you are a dead excuse for a human but i'll fuck you anyway

will you be my lukewarm melted 7/11 slurpee?

you would be a good stock photo model

look at this jpeg of a tsa employee frisking a dead homeless man in line at the airport

i have seven katanas, all sharp enough to cut through baby skin

i am a sapiosexual. if u had to look that up, dont message me ok!!!!!

i enjoy loving and would like to be loved in return.

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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

I copied the poem "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost, put it into Google Translate, and then translated it and then re-translated it into multiple languages. This is what I ended up with:

  The road not taken by Robert Frost

Two of them went to a special yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel well

And one traveler, long I stood

And looked down as far as I can

Where he was placed in the dust;

After that, he was right

And maybe a better statement

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Although, as above

And those are really the same,

And both that morning also set

In leaves no step chairmanship black.

Oh, I kept the first day!

However, how to lead the way,

I doubt if I ever will again.

I say this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages, so:

Two separate routes wood, and I-

I have less traveled by,

And this is all the difference.

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Sex, Drugs and Dubstep

I am with you when crows are rotting clowns

Without makeup on. And Sunday, I think, has lied to us.

And everything else tells the truth.

Will you bleep me in the dead October leaves of now?

Embalm them, and stare at them (the leaves and the clowns.)

With glass eye and soiled diaper and fake teeth

I think about noon and midnight death.

Inspired by spirituality, I become Sunshine Boy of Always.

Always throwing up after performing drunken vivisection

on a Green Christmas morn under the mistletoe.

Picking and loving drunken marble roses while ears buzz

with thoughts and the pulsating rhythm of all the things there and not there.