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lordscotch
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a rose wound in arteries. 30 dead birds in a pile
Male
29 years old
phoenix, ARIZONA
United States
Last Login: 12/13/2007
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lordscotch's Interests
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| General | colors, ghosts with castle heads, red and his two gas knives, ol backdrop ironbody broadway, and watching your flourescent hooves rot,.. throw a happy clapping bear in a chair a treat. i go 1 too when i go 2 | | Music | NOISE | | Movies | citzen toxie | | Television | i burried mine | | Books | kinky jaguars like to wind my stink vein up above sinks and watch the sleep capsize. besides lights might vamp out or stamp launch ramps in barf cake | | Heroes | curtain man |
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lordscotch's Details
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| Status: | Single | | Body type: | 6' 2" | | Zodiac Sign: | Pisces |
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About me:
skinned flimsy, limping towards dimming torch portals sorta skimpy fort spinning chorus pork warts. pure blurry strappin, your flap ripped. rockin the wing gods pocket watch. drop top stop and roll clear smear the bear tear on your wristband .stearing dirty cursive scurvy turbo banzai kite word stirring.murder raisin. tell ole earth he might be shapparoning that new wind phrase inside of my nude zone out time.blame me. names thorn. born prayin on shiny paid off plato parade wave tornados. tiny bag of ninety fly eyes times mine is why im mining neat stuff. im the golden meat cuffs on the teeny ram blood scene.
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Who I'd like to meet:
100 ft ladder to my stabbed up torso, i see 10 dead girls singin about tanks while sticky hot forks decorate my hissy fit, tired whistle flame dreaming of pirky fire wings, take your wire fang out and snap my tail off, for you, i will make the call, u fought to catch my tintted lint flag smear, but still fold up and hold a severe duck spit rash, just please look for some jumbo lung umbrellas and bank lips until i find out who put this gash in my lab ship,... call me sky , just as long as you go by ocean dog..but stop starin at my insides..go pile hogs up, and break bottles. grog for me ,snake goggles for you,.....like a new super type of mic friendly viking flu spore off your sworn in torn conrneas, baby, u know i love the way you lay across the taco bar.,. she fell for me since.i mainly throw old bike chains around, try to fight pain for rounds, convincing you to let me paint your feet green, oh,. yah,... , i dont go by spaceking, lets just go sew some face drapes, k?. the lips been flippinn a boat in ghost skies, ya, that megaloid crunch with a twist of sticky baha riot since morbid angels have been painting mortals portraits on cold metal shields for yield signs...who wants to help me find my neon headstone ?
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