Twytch's board

THERE IS SOMETHING INSIDE ME
IT'S COMING OUT
I FEEL LIKE KILLING YOU
LET LOOSE OF THE ANGER, HELD BACK TOO LONG
MY BLOOD RUNS COLD
THROUGH MY ANATOMY, DWELLS ANOTHER BEING
ROOTED IN MY CORTEX, A SERVANT TO IT'S BIDDING
BRUTALITY BECOMES MY APPETITE
VIOLENCE IS NOW A WAY OF LIFE
THE SLEDGE MY TOOL TO TORTURE
 AS IT POUNDS DOWN ON YOUR FOREHEAD
EYES BULGING FROM THEIR SOCKETS
WITH EVERY SWING OF MY MALLET
I SMASH YOUR *CRAG*ING HEAD IN, UNTIL BRAIN SEEPS IN
THROUGH THE CRACK
BLOOD DOES LEAK DISTORTED BEAUTY
CATASTROPHE STEAMING SLOP
SPLATTERED ALL OVER ME
LIFELESS BODY, SLOUCHING DEAD
LECHEROUS ABSESS
WHERE YOU ONCE HAD A HEAD
AVOIDING THE PROPHECY OF
MY NEW FOUND LUST
YOU WILL NEVER LIVE AGAIN
SOON YOUR LIFE WILL END
I'LL SEE YOU DIE AT MY FEET, ETERNALLY I SMASH YOUR FACE
FACIAL BONES COLLAPSE AS I CRACK YOUR SKULL IN HALF
CRUSHING CRANAL CONTENTS
DRAINING THE SNOT, I RIP OUT THE EYES
SQUEEZING THEM IN MY HANDS NERVES ARE INCISED
PEELING THE FLESH OFF THE BOTTOM OF MY WEAPON
INVOLUNTARILY PULPIFYING FACIAL REGION
SUFFER AND THEN YOU DIE
TORTURE, PULVERIZED
AT ONE WITH MY SIXTH SENSE, I FEEL FREE
TO KILL AS I PLEASE, NO ONE CAN STOP ME
CREATED TO KILL, THE CARNAGE CONTINUES
VIOLENTLY SHAPING HUMAN FACIAL TISSUE
BRUTALITY BECOMES MY APPETITE
VIOLENCE IS NOW THE WAY OF LIFE
THE SLEDGE MY TOOL TO TORTURE
AS IT POUNDS DOWN ON YOUR FOREHEAD

LET'S ALL BE TANGLE BUDDIES

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"I'M NOT THE RECEPTIONIST, I'M NOT ANSWERING THE PHONE IF IT'S NOT FOR ME WHEN THERE'S 3 ABLE BODIED PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE CAUSE IT'S NOT MY JOB AND I'VE DONE SO MUCH ALREADY ANSWERING A GODDAMN PHONE WOULD KILL ME"

HEY BITCH, FIRST OFF YOU HAVE BOTH THE PHONES AND SECONDLY YOU'RE BEING A *CRAG*ING CHILD. YOU'RE PISSED OFF THAT MAYBE YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING FOR SOMEONE OTHER THAN YOURSELF AND YOU THINK YOU'RE ENTITLED TO SPECIAL TREATMENT BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO GET OFF YOUR ASS EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THE BILLS STOPPED GETTING PAID AND EVERYONE STOPPED WORKING BECAUSE IT HAS TO DO WITH OTHER PEOPLE? THE ENTIRE TIME YOU'VE BEEN MARRIED TO MY DAD YOU'VE DONE NOTHING BUT BITCH AND MOAN CONSTANTLY YET YOU LACK THE GODDAMN PARENTING SKILLS TO EVEN TALK TO US. NICE JOB DROPPING EVERYTHING WHEN YOUR LITTLE WHITE TRASH MIDWEST WORLD COMES CRASHING DOWN, BY THE WAY HAVING *CRAG*ING EVERYTHING IN THE HOUSE BE LOW CALORIE LOW FAT *CRAG*ING DIET FOOD BECAUSE "YOU'LL EAT IT IF IT'S THERE SO WE SHOULDN'T GET IT" (ACTUAL WORDS) DOESN'T SIT WELL WITH THE OTHER 75% OF THE HOUSE. A) THAT STUFF TASTES LIKE SHIT B) IF IT'S THERE AND YOU'RE ON A DIET, GET SOME *CRAG*ING SELF CONTROL AND DON'T EAT IT C) *CRAG* YOU TO HELL

Now all I'm missing is the actual game. :C

something is odd here

3 refined metal = shooter's sola tropi

not bad, already have a sniper hat I hate though so gonna combine them

shooter's sola tropi + ritzy rick's hair fixative =

I am ok with this, I guess

lolk

Street legal? Probably not. Looks like a bitch to ride for any length of time anyway, but fits the theme excellently.