I
Am
Standing
In the metaphor of whores found selling their twats for college tuitions…
Submitting to admissions … im online tuned in to hope but lies look me in the eyes …
And tell me there’s no room for faith and freeloaders… so my fate has been lowered …
To substandards and at the knees …where my pants bend…she sings a melody to my zipper…
This oxi cotton mouth songstress… from the b list of my rolodex serves general purpose in the winter …
She’s Part soloist part stripper ….melodic naughtiness 40/60 … I don't now which end is bigger…
Or what I did to trigger this … must have been something I said to her….but I missed it
Now She giving me my wish list ….
Picture this perfectly painted canvas … a van goh licking Warhol balls …that’s abstract Expression
confessing sins on the ends .. of my lines …. The straw bends then the reality blends in my mind …
The same ending when the scenes shift with the times …
And I wonder if they can see me thru the blinds….

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OHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Not what I was expecting when I opened this up but WOW!! Truly gritty and visual. Van Gogh and Warhol? I was picturing this entire piece like watching the movie Juice unfold.
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When One learns
to live without fear,
then One cannot be broken.

i wrote a cypher to this guess it wasn't received and thus erased. here is a note that says I read it again...nice verbage

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would love to see it ...I just drop in and out

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I miss *clubs* lol. Great piece. Wicked metaphors. Screams visually.

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you ever look back at your work ...and it took you back to this place .....geesh ..... soo much nastiness in just one life

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>I
>Am
>Standing
>In the metaphor of whores found selling their twats for
>college tuitions�
>Submitting to admissions � im online tuned in to hope but lies
>look me in the eyes �
>And tell me there�s no room for faith and freeloaders� so my
>fate has been lowered �
>To substandards and at the knees �where my pants bend�she
>sings a melody to my zipper�
>This oxi cotton mouth songstress� from the b list of my
>rolodex serves general purpose in the winter �
>She�s Part soloist part stripper �.melodic naughtiness 40/60
>� I don't now which end is bigger�
>Or what I did to trigger this � must have been something I
>said to her�.but I missed it
>Now She giving me my wish list �.
>Picture this perfectly painted canvas � a van goh licking
>Warhol balls �that�s abstract Expression
>confessing sins on the ends .. of my lines �. The straw bends
>then the reality blends in my mind �
>The same ending when the scenes shift with the times �
>And I wonder if they can see me thru the blinds�.
>

And girls selling that twat for tuitiion lol.. clear sign that times is hard, B.

regrets are often the biggest learning experiences, I can relate.

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