Small Adult
 

It remains up for debate as to whether or not, we’re here for a reason or here just left to rot. Abandonment complex melting in my alchemical pot. Love me whole, need me, don’t leave me, lend me your forget-me-nots. Perennial. Stop – time to observe every petal that dropped and shed a tear, insincerely, as the sentiment wants. I question conscience a lot. Embracing death equates to spending on your burial plot. Except it’s not, unless bereft of knowledge. Stab loose the soil, on divine earth we stood. Is it unusual to toil ‘til fingers turn inward? all those earnings put toward a hole at which we never care to look. Unhappy with happiness; prefer the ‘could’. Oh, will we ever learn? We should. In anticipation a virgin shook. That smell of sex and burning wood lets us neglect the furtive looks filling in for words that would… sour the moment. Celestial bodies collide, we writhe and bow to the motion. Now it’s devotion; beauty flowering, potent, power unspoken. A little life, and a little death found its new home and I ask how are you soaking… up the dribble they churn these days? Feminine. Sacred. Masculine. Ancient. Binary – dated? Black. White. Dark. Light. Death. Life. Wrong. Right. Left. Right. Yes? No. Let’s subvert nature just to break a tradition. Does dichotomy not pervade and predate our existence? If you truly know yourself, what could I say or hold sway to make you think different? More than just egoic shells, see those aspects well beyond this frame and its gristle. Born blessed survivors, not by nature a victim. Maybe you’ll listen. Maybe you won’t. Say I’m at fault if it suits you. Say I’m a dolt. Don’t call me a rapper, poet or spoken word artist: I only aim to be human, and still stray from the target. This whole game is catharsis. I don’t claim to be honest. Spent my whole life silently dying for nurture. Fighting inertia, and habits of defining your worth by what lies in your purse or trying to look behind the eyes which observe you. How do you look at yourself and be more concerned with their view? Where’s truth in that, we’re losing grasp on what matters to a terrifying standard. Can you verify you’re candid if you mechanized your manners, is it man or machine? A very fine lined balance, often the greatest ills are not exercised with malice. Somebody told me they do recognise my talent, but two years later won’t let me set alight the mic for more than five minutes. And I’d accept it, if we didn’t act like we were inclusive. Oh, we surely appreciate your nuance yea, if it’s confluent with what we are doing here. Not once have I shared my soul without asking myself - what the fuck am I doing here? Losing hair to stress. Who can hear me best bruise the air with breath? Too concerned/incensed that my self-expression is superbly dense until the words regret the tongue they spill from, and the lungs that build ‘em. How lost we are, attempt to act ourselves, lament the fact we fell like strangers confounded. These disparate strands we cannot yoke, so we remain such proud things. Decay is surrounding: to stay grounded is a fool’s endeavour. Bask in the moonlit splendour, soak in the sun rise that’ll eventually pass. Watch the wind from my window, caress blades of grass. Heartbeats like undulating oceans, elements crash against eternal rock. See the beauty between verdurous landscapes and city’s venomous fog. From a lover’s palm plucked an alyssum flower, its petals gently drop. A metaphor for trying to find meaning I’ve lost. Are we here for a reason? Will you leave a response?

I think this would sound better if you said 'just to rot' or 'left to rot' instead of 'just left to rot'. It's a syllable thing.

This piece sounds a bit pretentious but that's not to say it's not good.
The rhymes are good and I could see this as a spoken word or it could be rapped.

Good flow

@Alice will love this; not so sure about @Eng or @PancakeBrah; I'd be interested to hear their take.

You seem to be fighting ennui and wondering about purpose; beginning and ending with the question "are we here for a reason"?

This is really poetic and "good", but it's not my cup of tea. I suppose it's better than gunbars and drugs and money.

You employed a lot of questions to your readers. Interesting technique.
I don't know. In what context are you asking about dichotomy?

Maybe I'm just dense but it seems you've said a lot of words without having a clear point.

I like this question. I like the wording.

I don't know man; I'd definitely like to see some more of your work, so post another one soon.

First, there is a mountain. Then there is no mountain. Then there is.

thought parts of it were beautiful really.

i have only one piece of immediate critique and its minor in scope, but major in effect. if you find yourself using words like "just" or other fillers a lot, re-read and reassess. there's very likely a word to replace it that works to flesh your statement out far more. that or you find you can omit the word altogether and re-work from there.

its.. a sense of succinct brevity. thats what i'm looking for in just about anything i read. relative brevity that communicates sharply and effectively is the key to the door

it's not altogether evident in the above quoted but i found myself catching some redundancies.. mechanically.. while reading that took away from the ideas a bit.



overall - as a reflection on being a person in an interactive space with other people, and all the weird insecurity and self-talk that comes with that, tremendous.

thanks

Or...'Left out to rot'?

Cool piece though...thought imagery was dope.

Yeah it's above average

Probably the best piece on page one.

Not sure if serious or not tbh.

Thanks to those who looked. Can I get some more love?

Probably serious man...

Yeah I was being sincere bro bro.

tell me why? i wrote this.

part of me wants to polish it if i've been redundant but i probably won't.

Wait what?? Is you fuckin' around or legit?...You wrote shit?

lol. did you like that one Eng?

It remains up for debate as to whether or not, we’re here for a reason or here just left to rot.



Who is this an allusion to? I distinctly remember an Open Mic starting with this.



Abandonment complex melting in my alchemical pot. Love me whole, need me, don’t leave me, lend me your forget-me-nots. Perennial. Stop – time to observe every petal that dropped and shed a tear, insincerely, as the sentiment wants



I spent an afternoon recently reading my Open Mic cypher posts, 2014 to now. This reads like what I what was reaching for back then. The whole forget-me-not tie in is just perfect. The "love me , need me, don't leave me" supplication is so naked and natural. Plus it all up with the punctuated rhyme scheme and you've got a gem.




. I question conscience a lot.



Dope.



Embracing death equates to spending on your burial plot. Except it’s not, unless bereft of knowledge.



Second sentence was wack. Well written with sentiment but a screeching halt. Not a fan.



Stab loose the soil, on divine earth we stood. Is it unusual to toil ‘til fingers turn inward? all those earnings put toward a hole at which we never care to look. Unhappy with happiness; prefer the ‘could’. Oh, will we ever learn? We should.



The first two sentences here are so good. Fingers turn inward says so much, a line I'm jealous of. It's kind of gobbledygook after that but "prefer the 'could'" is well taken and appreciated. Could/should contrast is weak in a lesser writer's hands but you've built enough equity to make it mean something.



In anticipation a virgin shook.


I prefer a comma after anticipation.



That smell of sex and burning wood lets us neglect the furtive looks filling in for words that would… sour the moment.


This is an ellipsis l can get behind. Its not perfect but its good which is light years ahead than what someone like Activate Self would do with it. I like the breaking of a scheme after, it adds punch and gives weight to both the previous and next scheme while also serving the content. Burning wood / furtive looks is so natural and good, and it's just hidden right there.


Celestial bodies collide, we writhe and bow to the motion. Now it’s devotion;


Now its devotion is so good. I like it because I wrote like that. But it's good.



beauty flowering, potent, power unspoken. A little life, and a little death found its new home and I ask how are you soaking… up the dribble they churn these days?


Not as strong. The strong wording and use of punctuation getting repeated for lesser effect here.


Feminine. Sacred. Masculine. Ancient. Binary – dated? Black. White. Dark. Light. Death. Life. Wrong. Right. Left. Right. Yes? No. Let’s subvert nature just to break a tradition. Does dichotomy not pervade and predate our existence?

A bit too didactic at the end. And the first part of this is fine and good but a bit beneath the level of writing set up by the first half.

If you truly know yourself, what could I say or hold sway to make you think different? More than just egoic shells, see those aspects well beyond this frame and its gristle. Born blessed survivors, not by nature a victim. Maybe you’ll listen. Maybe you won’t.


I would have preferred 'maybe you'll listen' without the next sentence, with a comma into

Say I’m at fault if it suits you. Say I’m a dolt.


Yeah that'd be pretty strong. You're getting to smart here.

Don’t call me a rapper, poet or spoken word artist: I only aim to be human, and still stray from the target.


My least favorite part of the piece. Calling attention to the act in such a brutish way when everything, for the most part, has been so eloquent. A bit too proud.

This whole game is catharsis. I don’t claim to be honest. Spent my whole life silently dying for nurture.



First sentence is good, second sentence sucks, third is good.


Fighting inertia, and habits of defining your worth by what lies in your purse or trying to look behind the eyes which observe you. How do you look at yourself and be more concerned with their view? Where’s truth in that, we’re losing grasp on what matters to a terrifying standard. Can you verify you’re candid if you mechanized your manners, is it man or machine?


"Can you verify you're candid?" would have been so much better, dropping the rest. I feel like I'm getting more negative as I go on in feeding this. Maybe I'm losing my capacity to just say positive things for a prolonged period? I think all of the writing is good here, but the first half or so set such a good standard and it seems like you dipped into some easier paths as you went on. It's all better than most pieces but the first half was near flawless so it's all a curved scale.

A very fine lined balance, often the greatest ills are not exercised with malice. Somebody told me they do recognise my talent, but two years later won’t let me set alight the mic for more than five minutes. And I’d accept it, if we didn’t act like we were inclusive. Oh, we surely appreciate your nuance yea, if it’s confluent with what we are doing here.


those last two lines are gold.


Not once have I shared my soul without asking myself - what the fuck am I doing here?



Dope.


Losing hair to stress. Who can hear me best bruise the air with breath?


Dope.


Too concerned/incensed that my self-expression is superbly dense until the words regret the tongue they spill from, and the lungs that build ‘em. How lost we are, attempt to act ourselves, lament the fact we fell like strangers confounded.


First part of this half way got there for me.



These disparate strands we cannot yoke, so we remain such proud things.


Dope.



Decay is surrounding: to stay grounded is a fool’s endeavour


Not so good.



. Bask in the moonlit splendour, soak in the sun rise that’ll eventually pass. Watch the wind from my window, caress blades of grass. Heartbeats like undulating oceans, elements crash against eternal rock. See the beauty between verdurous landscapes and city’s venomous fog. From a lover’s palm plucked an alyssum flower, its petals gently drop. A metaphor for trying to find meaning I’ve lost. Are we here for a reason? Will you leave a response?

All of this is gold.


You have such strong phrasing and command of language, and you know it. So you add these supposedly grand statements of intent and opinionated fact. Just drop all of those and write it instead. On a whole I probably said this was the best piece on the first page because it was a top level piece by someone I thought was just a random writer. But when it's good it's absolutely at the top tier. The hiccups were there, with my preferences in mind, but I prefer something like this where the highs are something I would aspire to write, than some even keeled okay piece of writing.

yes. sorry for confusing you.

no. but i liked the bit where you asked me for my thoughts.

@PancakeBrah very much appreciate the committed feedback man. thanks.

@PancakeBrah

Deads feed of

its.. a sense of succinct brevity. thats what i'm looking for in just about anything i read. relative brevity that communicates sharply and effectively is the key to the door

made me smile.

also...even the title of this piece is a dichtomomy, so does that answer your question lol? Solid drop sir.

This was clever throughout. Some really stellar parts, clarifying the difference between webbing thoughts and solidified parts of life that we never question. Again, the rhyming was stellar, but sometimes I think it stiffened what you actually wanted to say, and if you did say it, it was a metamorphosis of what you ACTUALLY wanted to convey. And by actually, I mean, our thoughts arent as complicated as we think they are. We think simply, but we convey our thoughts with words. You feel an emotion, and you think about it, this is how you see this emotion and how it affects you, and how it makes you feel.

The end.

I dislike how they ask me questions. End.

how we describe how we dislike those asked questions are a different story. We compare it to things, and that's how the writing comes about.

abandonment complex, the whole perennial thing. was very very powerful, man. I have to say, reading it and going over it, it's very tough to process. Not because of the intri***y, but because of its prevalence. I liked this, because its a stream of thoughts that make sense, you know?


It touches on a pocket of time, and sets the tone for the next few lines. Alot of lines hurt. The burial plot was very tough to read too. I almost didnt want to keep reading. Understanding where a writer is coming from is probably one of the most satisfying yet, double edged blade type things that you wish you didnt.


Maybe you’ll listen. Maybe you won’t.

love that line. i think, that - this is a real line. maybe you wil.. maybe you wont. hinging on the fact of probability, goes back to the abandonment complex. you don't know. these dreadful ways of thinking affect your relationships, even really good ones that you wish didn't. These ways of thinking are detrimental, and its tough because of what you went through. The connection here, as with various others is tremendous. its fairly easy to talk about something sad for a few paragraphs and then have them 'connect' but this line right here, is exactly what was being looked for, its sad, then its ....happy again, then it questions itself.. then it repeats.. this is that complex exactly. beautiful really.



"Too concerned/incensed that my self-expression is superbly dense until the words regret the tongue they spill from, and the lungs that build ‘em. How lost we are, attempt to act ourselves, lament the fact we fell like strangers confounded. These disparate strands we cannot yoke, so we remain such proud things. Decay is surrounding: to stay grounded is a fool’s endeavour. Bask in the moonlit splendour, soak in the sun rise that’ll eventually pass. "


this is great here too. I love... that you're so honest. Even with the intertwining lying and underlying schemes, this is still honest and great. Attempting to act like yourself, is almost impossible. you can't act like yourself, because you are yourself. That's the most crucial aspect of this whole thing. Sometimes we feel so disconnected, and wish we weren't. We understand that we can connect, but the need to connect isnt there, and its very difficult to connect when you're disconnected. You feel like you should act like yourself, to not be this dead caricature of a former self you wish you werent. So you begin to change - to act like yourself, only to find yourself not even being remotely yourself. and then begins this weird flux within yourself, and it's all repetitive and not healthy. The following lines of bask in moonlit splendour and soak in the sunrise are perfect contrasts... i wrote something recently that touched on that. That I have an hourglass and in the time the sand falls i have the time to be myself, to tell people i love them, to hold hands, to tell people they're beautiful. when that time is finished i fall back into this monotonous boredom that i wish i could snap out of. It's something you need to do for yourself. To separate from the system that begins this vicious cycle. sometimes you dont even know what causes it, it's just something, and you wish you knew.

"See the beauty between verdurous landscapes and city’s venomous fog. From a lover’s palm plucked an alyssum flower, its petals gently drop. A metaphor for trying to find meaning I’ve lost. Are we here for a reason? Will you leave a response?"

i loved this. you touched on the subject again.. weaving back and forth between what was on your mind to begin with, why we're here.. why you're here.. how you observe things, how everything has a cause and affect, dancing, and why you danced, to the feeling you danced, the petals falling, and what that symbolizes, the meaning ..of meaning itself, of yourself. are we here for a reason? will you leave a response? referring to someone, something, a relationship that you... wanted to succeed but... self sabotage got in the way. something you can't help but to feel. something that isn't normal. but you want it to be normal. will someone understand? I recently wrote about a guiding light.. and well, this touches home. sometimes theres people in our lives that become this light that slowly, very slowly breathe life into you. people say to do it yourself, but you sometimes can't do it yourself. this is a very honest piece. sometimes you need motivation from a source that you trust with your entire being, something that understands you.. that doesnt judge you. that doesnt let you go. then you can slowly rebuild yourself into the person you know you can be - is what i took from it. You dont question life and yourself, you just begin to be. And by being you already are yourself. no acting. none of that. just something beautiful. canvass dipped in paint and a beautiful landscape comes about. you notice beautiful things and you take them for what they are, not for what they could become - whether it be good or bad. I like the piece. the whole format and the topic. some qualms with some writing, and wording, and rhyming, but that's whatever. That'll get better in time. My only advice to you, is to keep writing what you feel. and not what you think.

thx alot. appreciated the allusion to me. I saw a few lines here scattered throughout. sometimes i felt as if you took some really old pieces and used them for some sort of inspiration. which also pleases me. Hope you're doing well. peace

I read this no less than 5x. I was going to give it the lengthy breakdown that it deserves, but now I'm not in the head space to. In any case, as cheap as this might seem I hope you're cool with me just saying it was dope. I dug your perspective. Interesting phrasing, etc. I'll be back.

This shit was pretty dope to me...I was working the bar the other day and some kid from england flew in. Turns out he went to oxford. I was like, I write on a site and there's this dude from oxford on it. This piece was nice I knew immediately it had to be an alias cuz the writing was tight. Liked the existential quandary vibe to it. Thanks.

I went to quote what I liked, and left the whole thing quoted. I greatly enjoyed how the whole thing was composed of indivdual, coherent sentences. Not to shit on anyone using phrases separated by commas, or like people utilizing creative license for sentences in their pieces. But this is refreshing to see the opposite hand.

Especially in the beginning-- great job of chopping up the structure to avoid falling into a lull.

Interesting message and on the first read through, found it engaging/ captivating.

keep writing

Disclaimer: excuse the typos and whatnot. I'm writing this while riding a busy train.

I'm not quite sure how to peg your style. I suppose it's philosophical in away. Often you seem torn between existinal and nihilistic themes. What's quoted above is a perfect reflection of that statement. It's interesting, provocative even. Your writing has a meditative quality to it. I typically enjoy reading it. Also, "melting in in my alchemical pot" is lyrically and visually impressive.

I dig the transitional wordplay here and the double entandre. For instance, forget me not and perennial represent some sort of continuity in the context of love and or a relationship. While at the same time, "forget-me-not" is a game that involves picking "petals" from a flower. Whereas, a "perennial" is also a type of flower. Then of course there is that subtle bit of wordplay found in leave/leaves - as in more than one "leaf". And in keeping with the theme, I just assume that the "tears" allude to water, which somehow translates into growth of some kind.

Flowers, tombstone, casket, plot ... yeah, it superficial, but brings pre-conditioned comfort, but not always closure.

So, this seems to convey the unwillingness to accept loss, in particular the loss of a loved one.

Nah, turning inwards seem like the anatomically correct motion for your fingers to make, assuming your digging/toiling in the dirt. Beautiful imagery tho.

Happiness, like perfection, is stagnation. It's the ebb and flow, ups and down, rhythm of existence, good, bad, the unpredictability of life that makes it such a thrilling experience to partake in. I mean, if everyday's a sunny day, then what's a sunny day, right?

Is this about sexual intercourse? The loss of one's virginity? Being spiritually connected to your (soul) mate during the act of copulation, thus bridging the gap between the spectrum (i.e., the ying and the Yang/duality, polarity, etc.)?

I feel like these are the words imprinted into the mental DNA of a sperm cell as it"s rapidly swimming towards the egg in hopes of being born.

I get the sense that you are being tortured by the very craft you hold so dearly. You seem insecure and uncertain about what you're doing and who you're doing it for, because no one seems to fully understand you. You are ... as most of us feel ... a tortured artist. I also think that this portion of text is reflective of your frustrations with the Spoken Word community that you are apart of. As a whole the words in this section bleed with pure honesty, raw emotion and truthful introspection.

Your purpose is for you to decide. You are composed of all the elements you described and thus is the universe. Know thyself.

Dope drop, Eng. Superb actually. The writing was extremely fluid and littered with incredible schemes, vocabulary, imagery and insight. Thanks for sharing. Peace.

@NYCSPITZ
fuck u asshole roast this fucking ARROGENT Eng lol
browing his FAVORITE ALIAS DROP THAT I INSTA FED SUCKED lol
fffffs
hahahahah he aint something but hes a smnall adult
lars and fucking emcee no CLASS CHILDREN TRLLING
oh yeah. up and next.

behave, man.

spitz the homie.

Kill your self faggot.



@Eŋg - wassup my ninja?

No nyc. Thrat time has passed 2016 mllp had the chance w the whole site but no one close my life out befor finally 1.5 yr mhiatus. Allllrigbt this arrogant upstate topical. Fuck I haven’t done an it since exampleeeee fucking trolling for topicaliss disabling Lars in real battles when Uni and I waaaaaay better at baiting Lars aaaand writing then u llol a fucking decade ny u trollll saying fk ur suedos. On bbs best shit ( even in veritas sopeness unconv unlike ur shitty bored upstate steroid. Blue aaaand barc bragging better bags on take home one night sleuths aaanaad bag than u evvvvwr could as u shi fuck u trolling. Worrrrse than me n childlike Lars alias games f u to have another line of K u idiot mixed w something dark on the rox Toooo name brand for dead man’s frugal generic booze assss he buys in bulk cuz he had so much to catch up on meeee alll over nyc. Real Fukin articles for dead.-real readers while u hop on ask for forgotten b-t pw sending ur next trolll longbar to sinacog just to eveeeen compete eight emcee egos on fking discussion aj me since Fukin march dropping hog keys I can’t touch as u trolll evvvry 2013 nihilis t who outvote ur inflated fuck ego ( dull ez more entertaining and he dosing have to fling topicalize me directly. Yeah psycho babble wasn’t juaaaar for me u frog ant pric read my one 2016 rant of paranoid got inspppiriired like no 201e guy everrr could mimick dead for u me n Lars while we get called trolsss wvvaaqftive pic roasts 2023 while u sit n. U n w. Never feeding u again Seth roast eng n om head Bette than u everrr got Lars on ur best day clock ba and rb and Learn from lammmme suicikdl Egyptian me n editors. Fu gain on closer nyc ignooooring the biggest bait drop article discussing nvm fk ignore it til ‘27. Idiot

Lol

Seek help

@NYCSPITZ

not a lot bro. you good?

i feel like me, you and @Pakistani Hand Cannon were supposed to collab but it got lost to the ether.

as a nod to the halycon era when people actually used to write, eh.

also, this verse is fucking excellent and among the best things i've ever written or performed

(i just read it again.)

Right Eng. Right again. Because I didn't already roast you here succinctly. Right.
Followed by your Lover (at least in writtens) NYC the goat Troll with Uni NOT Lars lol. (topical of course with HUSH tutoring me, aero, and psycho ANthony for a decde)

Right ENG, we needed just this last little sself-fucking feed that pharaohs has been trol,ling on since we SUCKED YOUR FUCKING punctuation lol and whoevere else fake-fed-motherfucking-alias satire of BBS psychologist ghostwriting for Veritas and Dull (who lets face it dull's fucking comitted suicide at this pt UNLESS dead man shared burbon to catch up on my mastery of this site).

I cannot resist ENg and u deserve it. ; . , tutuorials on OM Chat from the editor persona that you love secretly.

Yeah, making tons of dough and live in a sick apartment near the beach. Great buddies and plentiful hoes. I want to start writing again esp screenplays but I’ll start by collabing with u and hand cannon.

that's what's up. i got married so i'm out the game lmao.

if you send me a verse, i'll try to rap it delicately into my phone while in front of the bedroom mirror and not think about you.

Yup now that my money is ascending I’m gonna start visiting some of the people actually worth visiting on here. There are only a handful, 5-7 or so. Weekend in London with eng and paki would be cool. I’d visit deadman in Chicago but I think he’s too shy.

U know what gone. lol finally gone and no more summary brags right ?

Idiots this guy toast me here perfect in one sentence.

Not a dirty troll vote motivate right. Sway ad hom Uni?

Not 7-8 years if fun trolling goats right lars?

Not anyone not mmlp lame jester lol not jeso. Satan psych drugs u k is yah

Eng everything revised here for number one goat eng spoke that word lolll

Yep this masochist put to sleeeeep in one sent which is all emcees alias Pussy ever craved or whine roasted begged for. Fuckin yes eng love it bye

Thanks Kung lol nice site here bud old leg.

@NYC @ENG
 

As you can see this was supposed to be my walk-away moment

TORCHED ONE SENTENCE JEZUZ ENG YEAH MEAND FAIRIE EMCEE LOVE IT BUT i'm sure the editor will have some harrrsh words for your ....no no.... no im done lol right NYC get a life dude

so like ONLY KEPt posting here cuz of all the fucking cleanup that
prolly allen knight and few others diode i hope have been helping me out with

-idiot fucking UK egos who think they're better tahn every writer with their
standard multi narriatve.....SD:JKLfasjkda ;jkldgs ;jklsee succinct?
-sinacog's biting ass fucking biter NOW I BIT ALL MY LIFE HERE BUT I FUCKING QUOTE/ SAY AUTHOR/ SAY WHO ON TRACK INTRO OR OUTRO U KNOW WHAT
.............see AK I'm explaining again for fknn reading comprehensions
(Not eng and nyc course these guys fukin Oxford Syracuse geniuses right nyc u arroge..............asdfjlasd;fklasd already said
-lastly trying to complement fragile DY (jk hes cool) and RYno (cool now to as we so like)

NYC some day
and i donno when prolly when dull or dead give you one line of bad fucking feed or a lol right dull? Dpressed fucking fairy here im talkin shit on u all over so proper tag dallas @dull boy SPORTS IS RIGHT
right NYC some day you'll absorb a few contratian takes on abortion/trans/ whatever contrarian shit I'm taking yahoo jounralist ans commenets to skewl on like this site.asd fasd;klfjklasd ;jklafgsjkl already said wrap it up for eng

eng afjsdfjkl ONE SENTENCE IM SO GONE ONE SENTENCE LARS NOT A PIC FUCK ALIASFEST
NOT A FUCKING BADD VOTE HUMORVIORSE LOLLL

Now this is more fun for my, again, NONSEXUAL (cept with bags) needs here Eng. As a genius JUST like you and B_T's friend w/bennies.....u k w HOL is cutting me off with a deadline CUZ I'M MORE BORED THAN SAINT lol:

Now of course HOL better let me write to the "Enjoy The Silence" Depeche Mode Remix, as we have provided for Ryno's and yes Dull's writing needs on their walls (Dull I'm JK alot bud;;; sure ur mental healht's fine and you are so close to BB and and ENG..well and NYC and dead...and me and zygote and lars and witty u know what Dull u are so on the top 50 LOL)

Now notice, @sral the (ironic) SUBTELY for eng's needs, of not Spam Linking the Youtube Beat underneath as I have all Spring, right. A proper quote, text, no link, and btw gentlemen EVERY other version of that gay 80s song can go to hell except for the Remix cited above.
P
Wow so sick of that fucking beat ryno/dull fuck it u can delte teh wall link too I raped that shit on 2-3 writtens already
BEAT-switch RN HOL and I'm gonna need a 15-30 leeway /extention on the soft flaccid deadline u fucking demandingg.....
EDITING boring nonrhymey shit*
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Untitled - Eng may leave blank or choose
 

Just a quick shoutout to a Tampa rapper/group, Jayco Bandz...tryin' to get a lil' airplay ("Chasin Dreams")...and they said:
"I'm tryin'ta chase my dreams & just | Do Better."
{x2 Option for Spree's Bridge}
"feelin' clever", they said, and they didn't even see @Objective say it here.

I've gone deep into race (not even me). Hunters on the chase, at least I believed.
Or wanted. When the blueberry "Muffin" was Taunted; rather:
Bitten.
And Hallucinogenic Phonetics were tempting due to them being strictly forbidden.
Quick trip to the kitchen; p'rhaps a snack...
Refill on coffee because Egyptians were Tired from Spam
Damn
as we go in, everythings an intro as EnGkNowS
sick flows. Borderline "Dynamic"; or
was that just the ego. talking. spamming. a moment of glory for someone who waited 8+ years for justice
but
trust(this)
only the editor enjoys egoless
as I,
broke character. Cried perhaps? Never; cep't for the ______ {spree saw it; geno did 2 ONE TIME (dull)} *not part of verse Eng don't say;
yes, the
and Vapid is the word tyvm I'll repeat it often as I wish for Vapeo's Vape Pen
yea
now; as two trusted "genyii"-- ah yes. I Catoregize. Guessing alii' stylez & A.I. recursive
Learned it. Burned it. Earned it; argubly.....(right?)
yes and as the Director placed a proper MEME
saw what
he had Wrought
oh how he must've felt
same way i feel now
or did, an hr ago
Now Sandra...
of course away; idle. vacation from the firm.
Our "speaker" providing the technical difference 'tween Slander & Libel
as he
of course SUPPORTS
(maybe)
the screenplay of those 10 just
Working Above and again
the "fem"... yes bowls of cereal and satanic collaborations in the forest
(my best work Lars/Blue but Too Deep)
Cracked me as only a subtle ..... ... . ... etc
the jesters
yes he did fill(in)for Sandra
a "dry" nod -- perhaps the driest - aswe prefer Oxford over our own upstate Technical Scholarships...[/QUOTE]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYBkwU22KEg

Sucked Thx
 

I k r man TYYY u know I've been spamming so bisy
I didnt think you had it in you to mimic Eng so well and btw

i know it's my laame summation bs shit but you really came thru here bud on that PM and (yeah woulda been for PA but it's just that full inbox u know with stuf fi dont really wanna delte etc.)

yeah for all the AI and tech and billions of threads here u'd think they'd fix a bigger .... ajfsefasd;fjlasdfjkla;fjkl no prob no probl the emcee alias is where i wanted this beautiful EngMimic PM ghostjob CLOSEOUT god lars

it's been so fun trolling text with you AND INSULTING OUR EXISTENCES LOL
but

yeah real feed on NO FUCK U THAT OLDE ENGLISH LINK THAHT VULGAR MAYBE LIKED FUCKIN SUCKS I CANT GET TRHU TH FIRST 4 LINES

<3 always dude