A poem by Ambassador KLOK KAOS:
Sometimes things aren't cool (like I wanted to tattoo 666 on my face and pierce my cock to my hand at the mall and my mom said no, and I called her she was a total bitch!) and that makes me mad
and then I feel sad
about the mad-
-ness in my eternal dark soul in the abyss of forever evil insane.
so srsly U guyz, you think I'm any good?
