Split Seven Inch Record
Humiliation outpost of snarling ugliness and dying people. Rewrite these images. Edit, cut and paste. Favoring some fleshy sex and racially diverse humor. Drinks | for everyone on me. Cut to happy hour.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 22, 2025
Ghost rectum, drum and pipe - to silence the satellite rings. Sex words to photos. A bird in a cage. A man and his bomb. Light without heat. Taught to obey, military scientist, Government pay. A man and his bomb.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 22, 2025
A ocean of rum tosses your pickled gut onto christ's sword. Smoke bellows from the mouth of your poisoned followers. Their corpses explode into heaps of rotted fruit. Critical mass-suicide. Into the fucking light.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 22, 2025
This song's to commemorate my glorious return to feeling like shit. So fuck you beautiful, fuck you sexy, what are you so fucking happy about? Fuck off.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 22, 2025
Aspire to reduce your world to a monitor screen. Finger fuck a keyboard into ecstasy. Fat nuts, dumpy butt-dilbert fleshed into being.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 22, 2025
More important is what I'm not doing. Their's less to apologize for. Non-action.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 22, 2025
Neutralized area, bright white glow, no smell, no sound, no soul. Sterile environment, immaculate death.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 22, 2025
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