a murdered row of bottles resides beside the garbage can i'd count them if i could see but haven't been able to since i started emptying their former contents sometime last week
i am tired i have worn myself out i do not care to write another word
yet i cannot stop the pen from moving it needs to lead you (and me) someplace we don't want to go can't wait to get there
so i preside over ceremonies where letters marry 'til death do them part in part because i keep searching for what love _____s like and i've found it a few times scribbled a few lines about it most of the time, though i'm trying to recover from it
like now
sprawled on this couch .3 in the bloodstream at least too weak to stop a chain of slobber from puddling next to my mouth
i am tired i have worn myself out i do not care to... i do not care... i do not... i do...
i do
i do wish that passion wasn't so fleeting that love wasn't so misleading that the words i spill are worth reading
and whenever i wake up i'm gonna stop drinkin'
maybe.
TAURUS SPEAKS:
when its done and said at the end of it all he stood tall like when did he ever give a fuck about what a rapper thought yeah,keep'em at that title niggas such as myself scribe the epics your insecurities epicenter gave boring ass nerds some words to imagine their life to itching to rub backs with some dull ass knives for that first sign of respect lovin'life over and over i had on some consistant left mad cause i have,bitch stick with ya'mixtape hate cassidy bout to drop a new single there for you to imitate(echo) i have this disposition that a rant from some clown who aint got a damn thing to do with whats on my plate whats in the account amounts to point zero i have this love thats deep for the future baby mama porchmonks cashin'in on schemes from back than yo,these black men with ornaments attained due to how they maintained in this tornament of an existance setiment pediment deep against time and gust winds time and again i win
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