Biography
I'm Zachary the 12th. I am a chemical engineer and progressive thinker.
Samples
Dragonfly by Zach Erickson Green is grass growing on your lawn Red is the sun as it blossoms at dawn, But black is the smoke coming from our cars Soon we will have to leave earth for Mars Caught up in our egotistical disgusting fucking wasteful selfish lives Sweet is the honey from bee hives. Peaceful is the rain in which we dance Serene is the meadows in which we prance But where is the rabbits we held so dear Powerless and fluffy yet void of fear. How doth such a simple creature survive In times so tough with no way to thrive Its just that, the rabbit did not survive, It was soon slaughtered and hung on a wall was its hide The hunters knife pierced his jugular and tore its air way open leaving no passage way for oxygen and ending its sad little life, Then brought home for his kids and wife. But the life of the rabbit did not go to waste For it was made into stew for the hunters son, BASED! He ate this stew day in and day out Somehow the same bowl never ran out. Greg was the name of the strong young chap And at age 30 he got the clap The clap made his balls itch so much He had a dog chew them off. Oww As it appears that dog had rabies. And now Greg couldn't have babies. So Greg fell ill with this vicious disease Which drove him mad and made him never say please The madness eventually took over poor Greg Soon he wanted his own family dead So he thought and thought on the evil deed And eventually decided: with it, he would proceed The murder happened on a peaceful autumn night When his mother awoke with a fright. She looked over to see her husband and Greg And instantly became filled with ice cold fear Her husbands body dangled from the ceiling, lifeless and pale, Her baby pinned to the wall by hammer and nail. Greg stood at the foot of her bed Reading a book while a whore gave him head She said "What in billy blazes has happened to the family? Is this your doing? Omg this is scary" Greg finished hard and began beating the whore in the head Soon she too, fell to the floor dead. Greg looked up, his hair in his eyes, And sneezed out 4,000 fireflies. The flies swarmed the mom covering all but here eyes The weight was so great she could not rise. "Son, why? Why do you do this? Your were so young and successful and have ruined your life by doing this." Greg said "cuz i gut thim rabbies ond o hev 2 du thos" Just like that Greg pulled his penis from within He gave it a whirl. He gave it a spin. Her mouth opened up and the fireflies flooded in They crawled through her body, and she began to glow Then Greg's cock she began to blow. While Greg's tip was buried deep in her throat The fireflies flew back in Greg's cock with a croak. Greg walked onto the front porch where rose did the morning sun. He looked at his watch and pulled out a gun. He shot himself right in the brain and as if on Q it began to rain. Greg lay cold, stiff, and dead Then a rabbit came up and shit on his head The rabbit wipe on his nose, turned around and said "Mutha fucka you killed my mom. And now you fuckin dead" The moral of this story is not complex Its easily recognized just like gon a hex But for you fools who walk this earth Confused about life since birth The moral of this story is simply: Don't mess with dragon flys.
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