I loved a transsexual Porn star who's been dead for the last 8 years typical of me Star Wars?? make me laugh even more thats my luck, to love a dead whore and be in love with transsexuals And its burning and pouring the salt into my wounds i could give a fuck about soon I don't believe in luck anymore because i happened to fall into love with a dead whore and the empire struck back against the cheeks of my ass return of the jedi made me want to just flash and go out and than slash fuck this. I hate fucking anakin skywalker i hate star wars i hate fucking Jar Jar binks i hate loving dead whores i hate the existance of this pain i hate the the existance of churls i hate everything about being slain i hate the truth of this world.
Reason for writing:
finding out a favorite pornstar of mine was dead...then when i go to read the obit see an advertisement for episode 2.
Birth sign: Aries
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