Open Scribe

My mission Is blending mind bending references and ghetto scriptures into intricate sentences laced with hidden obscenity …
stripping you naked within my subject verb agreement …
reaching into your innermost secrets…
tapping your jaw with the metaphor…beating you down with nouns …
frowns don faces replacing….happy day statements of Jesus’ ladder a saints…
with the angst of gangstas who’s pants aint equipped to fit the waist …
those hastily judged individuals… in places where game recognizes game…
and train wrecks are mundane…training routines
consistent with college.. and colleagues degreed in street cred. …
and can tutor you.. in the blending of pharmaceuticals… better than a premed…
with all that’s said… can lecture the best of them on enterprise …
bringing surprise to guys who spend four years devising…
plans that never made off (Madoff)…while pants on the ground paid off …
seeking the fleeting feeling of fashioning matching colored fabrics …
and breaking bricks of men … by fucking up the family systems…
pardon my French … but my better than common sense ..
tells me that someone in ignorance will get lost in the use of the word fucking …
but I expletive …in emergency situations …
like now …as you check my verb tense…
meaning the fucking isn’t over with …
like why would I trade in my four leaf clover for a “range rover and a bad bitch” …
when I was lucky to find the perfect fit …
the yang to my yin …she's my “queen tooooo beeeeeeee”…
caramel sexy cho~co~late…
she who contorts boy shorts …
in degrees too graphic… for calculators to graph…
at the same time shares mental plains … that even divine minds couldn’t grasp …
some call her ...better half
and gets lost in the benevolence of sowing seeds… then watching trees… grow …
an unordinary people…
Samaritans…
found love on the strength… of a woman of who had been with many men…
peep this…
well my references of reverence represents the woman at the well …
so well.. when you lusting females ..
they call you thirsty right… so would Jesus Christ …drink sprite…
product placement … complacent with evils such as sex, lust, greed
while we chase the penitentiary… the letter’s writing reads …

Peace, Gawd
I saw ya seeds..they really getting big for the jeans, and every time I look I see ya genes… hope ya old lady doesn’t leave … she gonna hold you down NAWHaiMEAN? You just sailing ruff seas… streets still got cracks liquors and weeds.. when you freed .. im get you what you need… lock this shit down for our team and bring it back to how we used to be… reach for the stars and still follow your dreams.

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