Untitled Number 2visions of 'isms refract tact like prisms produce fact like its jism spat tactics with wisdom outheld held, defend strife outskilled man, befriend micUntitled Number 2
from brain to pen and pen to pad strain your main vein 'till your conscienous is had.
Battle Number Onemellow out my main man, you needa relax for just a sec everything here makes yah a bit perplexed is it because i simply wreck when it comes to spoken text? me? i knew that you i could easily best. the crowd just aint diggin' your flow i elevate to a new plateau, apropos to mr. Thoreau to them, your just another john doe. i know, i know...it stings just a bit but you have to admit,Battle Number One
if yah gonna keep throwin up verbal bricks, you better look into a building permit. as luck would have it, you had to face me but ill keep the burns to a tollerable degree &nb
Help me please?while caught in a downward tumble of emotional outpour, i often find it confusing that i cannt grasp the simple principals of life that ive come toHelp me please?
understand. simple rules and ideas that improve the effinciency of my being. that keep me running like a well-oiled machine and keep my vibes positive. the constant battle with my inner-self,
that little voice deep down that always seems to voice its opinion when you never wanted it to... yeah you know him ALL TOO WELL, dont you? he just never lets off, never "chills out", and never takes a 5.
hes always on poi
Clarityclarity.Clarity
i leave my mark with a double edged blade that cuts through the armor of resistance. the cohersion of
words to make a soothing melody that rolls off my tounge with the persistance of a liberation army.
i stand firm on my stance, but indeed, im a human. and now my imperfection is showing more than ever
before. you see, i used to be able to bounce from topic to topic, from point to point and never lose
sight of where it was heading. i used to be able to close my eyes and visualize a calm peaceful
meadow and hea
lost in flightyour bible halo on which i choke the people you play, the hate you provoke electric tears, turn them off turn them on are you really here? or already gone,lost in flight
bury me, smother me, close my eyes so i cant see its all gone black when you go white,
chorus do you know how it stings to think i made you loose the flight? do you know what it means when u have to cry out of sight? do you feel how it burns every time you close your eyes? are you really gone? or are you lost in flight?
tiny feet and baby books tortured soul, with blood drenched looks worrie
MigrationWhere did this go? More than us or we I miss the quiet lusts the secret smile, private laughter, who knew affection was a migratory bird? Flocks rose with the autumnal mist [which came early this year and farmers said it meant a harsh winter] and, checking the breeze for a tasteMigration
of warmth elsewhere, headed south.
f t w is my name f t w is my occupation
ttyl
I'll return the favor asap.
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light strikes a deal with each
coming night
[Iron and Wine]
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i sing like a sinner in the name of te lord "fuck mE"
and i sing as an american child "cut me"
and i sing in the words of a perfect man" make me"
and as a kid i sing for as long as i can "free me"
O.O
lol
*pokes* i've missed you
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I have no more cute things to say, this is just me stripped
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until next slaughter;
vaness
anyone there
i miss ya buddy
you were a great artist
come back!!
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I have no more cute things to say, this is just me stripped
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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