Che Guevara became a hero to teenagers everywhere after Kurt Coblaine died in a car accident. With his rebellions he inspired the lower middle class to skip class and make their voices herd! Some tooke are taking out the pent up frustrations on dance floors across the nation. Covered in alcohol and body fluids, the youth of 1994 grind each other into a fine white powder to a 4 x 4 beat at your local discotechques. You know your's is going to be there, always and forever.
Showing posts with label coke party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coke party. Show all posts
Monday, August 23, 2010
We be flubbin it: Pants dance revolution (pt 17)
Che Guevara became a hero to teenagers everywhere after Kurt Coblaine died in a car accident. With his rebellions he inspired the lower middle class to skip class and make their voices herd! Some tooke are taking out the pent up frustrations on dance floors across the nation. Covered in alcohol and body fluids, the youth of 1994 grind each other into a fine white powder to a 4 x 4 beat at your local discotechques. You know your's is going to be there, always and forever.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Happy Coke Job!
Much is happy for the Eddie new professional coke use! Girls wildly going and then out the door!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Cokepocalypse 2012

One hundred years after a nuclear war has devastated the planet, society has been reborn into two factions; the underground society of coke peddlers and the addicted coke buyers above in the wastelands. These mutant addicts have grown extra nostrils for enhanced snorting and require coke to perform the simplest of actions like sleeping and urinating. The Peddlers also have adapted to this new society with extra arms for dealing cocaine. Eventually the entire planet will be shaken like a giant etch-a-sketch to make way for a new generation of mother fucking protozoa to swim around peacefully in an ocean of blood.
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2012,
coke party,
the new new testament,
your god not mine
Monday, November 17, 2008
Clooking with Eediie pt FREE
Chronicle of cocaine is a short story that takes its causes in cells of brain adapt functional to strong imbalances of levels of transmitter to compensate extremes. Thus, the story of the receivers disappear off the surface of the cell or they reappear in it, resulting more or less in a "far away" or "working the way" respectively. 
In the end everyone moves away and dies in a far off land populated by small ugly men.
Coking it up with Eddii (pt. 3)
I used to hear stories about cocaine users who snorted too much over time and found they could pass a finger from one nostril into the other nostril because the coke had eaten away a portion of the cartilage, and of this condition to aspire irregular caused their way of nasal conduit and would not be able to be repaired and they had this condition for the life of living.

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bob morton,
broken skull,
coke party,
party girls
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