"inbetween the lines of death (still spit that heat rock)"
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ever been depressed suggested suicide to me death threats from the left accompinied iron teeth converse I and I on a daily grind poet manufacture vision strays to blind i cant see the future holdin my sentence decisions proven wrong direction loses presence once a promising commodity hobby being a lyer multiplied a hundred times anomaly of a writer commonly seen advisors but rebelled against the signs mistakes learned prosper crutches snap in due time
i scold incinerate birate to beginner rates pin you with that thinner weight linger to comiserate i figure eight four leg lock jaw explore how bones crack the gore stand watchin devils door and honor existance hot mittens slappin wenches thick stalion broads who live to be ya pigeons
eyes twitching lies grifting ima matador for death russian roulette duckin you left a royal flush in the flesh i lose control eyes froze to decompose mice crows to eaten souls tikes loathe to speak in scrolls i fall backwards in actors placed timely for laughter a beaten man battered take a pummlin breathin bastids!!!
"dude, the only thing i fear is your hair cut.. what is that a mop glued to your head? come on man... style up."-Bartek
all across ya forhead and cheek bones...i break facials and reconstruct beauty to ugly...im an artist mang...Lincoln Picasso Van Gogh
1. "Say Wha' -- Say Whut?" In response to Reply # 0
>i scold incinerate birate to beginner rates >pin you with that thinner weight linger to comiserate
What that mean? -- -- *chuckles*
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2. "RE: inbetween the lines of death (still spit that heat rock)" In response to Reply # 0
This was ill...
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