Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)


by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, April 13,2011 at 9: 26am



You think eyem Gay but im not even very Happy.

YOu thought eyem homosexual but eyem lesbian.

eyem winning

eyem meaner then hog spitting

crack rocks onto the frozen lakes of michigrin

Hollywood is so full of SHeen the reflection leveled the skyline of New York City where they got this Giant Worm called Charlie

both hands on the crack pipe you see this now how brown cow eye spend seven dollars for my five dollar stones

eyem winning

when the mothers of mercy in Lost Vegas seen my show

they spent seven months

getting connections spending Cash they saved for seventeen years

now they see the dirty light of SHeen

they spend the time left on the earth just getting high

don't you see this now im SHeen

they call it SheenWood now

some small bit of knowledge is dangerous to them even Jefferson who never rode on airplanes is like Thomas who doubted Christs wisdom is like unto mine Sheenism is it not rocket scientry oh limitless achievements. Post Mordem Delicate eyem winning don't you see this

two byte actor on the stage working without the net

eyem winning

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Submitted: Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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