Anonymous Posts from United States

i'm fantastic and fast
blastin past you in the back of my black acura
pullin plastic bullets outta my backpack
and start attackin you with that
and a hatchet and axe
and after that i'm smackin ya
with wack raps and accents
since way back when i'm spectacular
i'm a master of gats
purple heart's practically black
so accurate that
i have a plaque just for bein tactical
while you askin for jack astor's
i'm passin the class plastered
immaculate, faster than you could rap first to last backwards

i have so much anger inside me
can't get it out yet because it isn't the meeting yet
the meeting's not even gonna be much
and i will not get anything out of it
just like old times
hahahahahahaaaahaaa
i think i might explode
X.X

Eapv6
"Dinner's at eight," Lyn spoke, it seemed, only to break the silence between them. Vince nodded, watching her closely.

Eapv5
Catholic school edition, and this one had strayed from the pack. It had been weeks since his last, he was going to have his fun. Having Lyn there was certainly awkward, but the drive to do these things was so strong. What was she thinking, what did she think of him now? Lyn wore a neutral face, she didn't seem to be harboring anything. No approval or disapproval, which is what he was searching for, in that glance. Pat looked nervously at Lyn, then back to Vince.

Eapv4
Vince ducked down as he walked through the front door. He held the girl tightly by the waist, over his shoulder. She was bound with metal wires, and was still, the struggling was over. Patrick and Lyn looked up at him from the couch. "Greetings," he said with eyebrows raised. There was a smile on his face. Kind of. "And salutations," Pat responded. Vincent's eyes fell on Lyn. The girl that he was carrying had white stockings on and an ugly plaid skirt, all that was visible from the front.

Eapv3
The surface of his body crawled. She always cut his hair now; she kept him trim and neat and fed. That fucking feeling, asshole, is love. To let this woman take care of him. Vincent stared at the fucking towel rack in front of him as chunks of black were shaved off of his head. Clearing his throat but saying nothing, Vince felt ashamed of this feeling that he would not express, maybe could not ever, to his Mistress.