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Alternative Poetry: March 2012

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An alternative to forbidden poetry, resulting in something far more forbidden. I Don't Give A Fuck (A Love Poem). We are all winners right. We are all so bad ass. I don't give a fuck. Fuck it all up the ass. Screw it all to hell. The woman that you love. She is a bitch. I don't give a shit. She is a motherfucking whore cunt. Abraham Lincoln would say. I will do what you fail to do. You think you know what love is. Her smile ingrained in my face. Beyond all this shit. You think you have a future.

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MY DEGENERATE POETRY: And I Love Her...Body And Soul

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A SENSUAL JOURNEY INTO THE UNKNOWN by Chris Steven Young. Presented by My Forbidden Book. And I Love Her.Body And Soul. A time to remember the illicit activities of the past without shame or regret. From the first rumblings of desire through the explosiveness of orgasm. The softness of her skin equated to paradise. Barriers to pleasure brought down in a state of abandonment. The desperate tension and heavy breathing reaching a climax. Her cat eyes focused on me in the shadowy darkness. A mane of wild hair.

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Alternative Poetry: No Tombstone Will Bear Your Epitaph

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An alternative to forbidden poetry, resulting in something far more forbidden. No Tombstone Will Bear Your Epitaph. People think they are going to get somewhere. But they are wrong. People think they are beautiful and talented. But they are wrong. People think they can have what they see on Television. But they are so fucking wrong. Just die in the dirt. And get eaten by the worms. That is your destiny. No tombstone will bear your epitaph. The game is rigged. And be ravaged by the filthy ones.

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Alternative Poetry: Fuck The World

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An alternative to forbidden poetry, resulting in something far more forbidden. You think you have a future. The rest of you girls. Los Angeles, California. View my complete profile. I Dont Give A Fuck (A Love Poem). 169; Chris Steven Young 2012. Picture Window template. Template images by johnwoodcock.

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Alternative Poetry: I Brand The Number 13 On Your Ass

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An alternative to forbidden poetry, resulting in something far more forbidden. I Brand The Number 13 On Your Ass. You want a fucking life. This is the wrong place. We only care about. You think you are someone. You are no one. Drown in the muddy dirt. And graze it upon your wrists. For we don’t care about you. You are nothing to my soul. And I don’t love you. Suck my cock bitch. That is all you are good for. I will take great pleasure. In watching you die. I brand the number 13. You filthy piece of shit.

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Alternative Poetry: I Don't Give A Fuck (A Love Poem)

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An alternative to forbidden poetry, resulting in something far more forbidden. I Don't Give A Fuck (A Love Poem). We are all winners right. We are all so bad ass. I don't give a fuck. Fuck it all up the ass. Screw it all to hell. The woman that you love. She is a bitch. I don't give a shit. She is a motherfucking whore cunt. Abraham Lincoln would say. I will do what you fail to do. You think you know what love is. Her smile ingrained in my face. Beyond all this shit. Los Angeles, California.

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Alternative Poetry: A World Without Women??

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An alternative to forbidden poetry, resulting in something far more forbidden. A World Without Women? I want to take a moment to tell you how much I love God.now that I know she is a woman.the Goddess.I love her.I worship her.xxoo. And America's children will know the truth.don't think there are no consequences to the filth and the selfishness that we put out. A world without women? I plow and plow and sow her fertile fields.oh daughter of Satan! We are not married! Los Angeles, California.

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Alternative Poetry: April 2012

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An alternative to forbidden poetry, resulting in something far more forbidden. I Brand The Number 13 On Your Ass. You want a fucking life. This is the wrong place. We only care about. You think you are someone. You are no one. Drown in the muddy dirt. And graze it upon your wrists. For we don’t care about you. You are nothing to my soul. And I don’t love you. Suck my cock bitch. That is all you are good for. I will take great pleasure. In watching you die. I brand the number 13. You filthy piece of shit.