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Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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Current mood:Doodie
Category: Music
What'd your daddy do to you to doodie in the bed, doodie on his hands, legs
doodie in his head. I asked him if he doodied and he swore on his mother, but I think I
smell something yo thats doodie motherfucker. He laughed and a doodieball fell out of his shorts, I found a buffalo nickel I thought I had lost, and at that moment I admired
his charm, until I saw a doodie on my arm. I said Ill get back at you doodiehead, he
said not in this lifetime poopiehead, well then I guess you dont believe in karma, thats
when I slipped a doodie in his shwarma, clown. I taking doodie underground, thats
when I said peace and gave doodiehead a pound. his name was Fred and he lived
next door to me, last I heard that motherfucker drowned in quick doodie!
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Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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Current mood:  apathetic
They said death do us part, you must be dead son, last time I checked I was a
fucking stepson. Mom whats wrong whats happening I aint having that cereal mushy,
and why did dad come home stankin of managerial pussy. Well lets be honest, coke in
the throw pocket, made in canadia smokes topped with a vodka orange, and stop
kicking the dog you asshole hes harmless , but thanks for that bat signed by Tommy
Lasorda, its time for a garge sale..." I guess its time for a garage sale. I guess its time
for a garage sale. Thats my house for sale." You couldve pulled you fucking dick out
and saved me the trip, instead you pulled your fucking dick out and made with a pig.
Dad allowing it to happen, and happy it did, what happened to relaxing and passion for
kids? You couldve called me son when I wes one hows the switch? Now I call you son
cuz you's a motherfuckin bitch, the house was collateral and so were me and Nick,
until death do us? Nah thats some one hit wonder shit. A big fan the big man dont ever
catch a raw deal, so pack up your belongings but offer some for the yard sale.
This house is for sale, these kids are for sale, this future's for sale and what a smart
shoppers pick up. At work, "quick nut" ,back home, "quick fuck", At work, "Sold", Back
home, "sold". Thats when I had to move to New York where its cold, I saw my first
snow when I was 6 years old, I guess its time to live with grandma.
" I guess its time to live with grandma, I guess its time to live with grandma"
My daddy wasnt their for me, he really didnt care for me, I worry that the apple wont
fall far from the tree bark. The fact is im an alcoholic waiting to happen and have
friends and family eventually abandon them. But no hard feelings when you hear this
well walk. I just carry information and say it before its lost, so whats the good news I
heard youre back on the horse, I heard youre back with Michele and everything's
going well. But I bet you this song that there will be a sale on, cuz karmas a bitch and
tradition is strong, cuz theres vodka in the fridge and your names John, If its air that
we breath......then fuck me.
Daddy Cut the umbilical cord and then jet.
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Monday, January 29, 2007
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Current mood:  high
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
So me and my family do this broadway musical every year in New York City. Its me, mom, dad, bro, sis, grandma and our dog, mr.president. We are thinking of taking our act on the road but its just not perfect yet. It starts off in act one with grandma rocking back and forth in her chair next to a mild fire in the living room. Then, mr. president walks across the room and under grandmas rocking chair and starts to lick grandmas fucking asshole. Her spine jerks as she moans mr. president. This when the school bus drops my brother and sister off. As soon as they get in the house my sister starts blowin my brother and they slowly gravitate towards the fireplace. Its like shes sucking his cock on a long treadmill. Now while mr. presdent is eating straight pussy and asshole grandma is getting facefucked by my brother . This whole time my sister is getting the door for my dad who is now home from work and ready to fuck his children. My sister gets it first but then he starts to fuck my brother while my sister licks his ass and my grandma gets facefucked...Mr President has had enough so he shits and pisses all over the fucking stage. When why dad pulls his cock out of my brothers asshole he shits all over the fucking stage. Then my mom gets home late cause she was sucking my cock in the driveway, I walk in last and slip on the shit and piss and land face first into grandmas shit soaked pussy hole. To make a short story even shorter it ended with us finding out that my dad had herpes in the asshole and since we had all eaten his asshole we all had herpes.....See I told you this play isnt really there yet. It just needs a little improv..its all too scripted. Oh yea, the play is called The Aristocrats.
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Friday, September 29, 2006
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Current mood:  dirty
CUSTOMIZE YOUR PAGE WITH A CUSTOM SONG MADE JUST FOR YOU BY SUCIO HIMSELF. JUST LET HIM KNOW WHAT TYPE OF IDEA YOU HAVE. IF YOU WANT LYRICS HE CAN ALSO WRITE A FUNNY ASS SONG ABOUT YOU FOR THE PAGE. IF YOU JUST NEED BEATS OR HELP WITH YOUR MIXES LET HIM KNOW. WHATEVER YOU NEED HE CAN DO IT. SO CONTACT HIM AT SUCIOKIDD@YAHOO.COM OR POST A COMMENT AND SUCBAG WILL GET AT YOU. THX PEEPS. PEACE
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Saturday, September 17, 2005
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One Love...(for the real appreciators)
It's incredible how life can be a spectacle until you live it. Every level I surpassed had a devil in the beginnin', bankin' on resistance. I refuse to be you, I refuse to be a Christian shit, I refuse to be a human bein', Bein' everything the way you see it. Waitin on psychiatry to fill the next prescription. Itchin' like a feind, isn't it coincident we all have ADD. I'm sittin' on a branch listenin' whistlin' a laugh, cuz half the world is 50 Cent and the spare change is old shady. My environment is music and fumes like goodnight moon, at the purest the ego's unattached on behalf of the muse's. Take a sip and grip influence through a medium that suits you, System Eksclusive's been hackin' at the truth with a hatchet, and haven't had the half of it exposed to the sun. Fuck it's tragic, bad parents with bad kids and the whole fam's on xanax. And ridicule, inanimate decisions made based on physical exhibits its hypocritical, but since it's ritual I'll stick to this profession blessin intervals. And raising questions like the price of cigarettes. So what's the President's position when the threat is terrorism? Sittin' duck in a puddle stuck on tunnel vision. Fuckin' Mrs. Bush in the Skwush and lovin' every minute.. Sucbag, the heavensent exception on amphetamines at school. And when I went to the nurse she fed me Red Bull, and told don't forget to ghost the Lexapro at noon. So when you kill yourself you won't know what your doin'. Am I shroomin', or is the sky a collidascope movin? Bitch I ain't scratchin the balls I'm checkin my cock for nodules, and tumors. Excuse me I use the term bitch loosely, profusely, cuz everyone and everything is expendable on looseleaf.
_Sucio(aka)_Sucbag_
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Monday, September 12, 2005
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Hate at First Sight_
I believe in hate at first sight, but love is much less ignorant. See, I was made at first sight, to die in love with life like hypocrite. Drunk and out of breath, cause drug's the only one that gave a shit. So I traded in, time for money, money for time, and time for rhymes as good as mime's word. Since when's the death expectency at 25? They made their minds quickly. The day's the dog's cause that's all they asked for. Say, let's pray with the power of pity. But see, I don't pray, I came to grips; and my grip is all that is slippery. This song's as short as it takes to find my fix. I am not sorry, I am selfish. With less recallection since my comprehension's selective. I don't love Rap enough to call it HipHop, comma, but I love the expression, line with a dot at the bottom. The association between me and nicotine keeps me from stopping. I admire the habit. I even aspire to be common, but I'll expire in the process. While the process remains constant. _Paul Circharo_aka Sucio_
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