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dead man, Trachea
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les miserables. post reply, premeditative response native collage the cave walls just to erase a mandala cross terrain in a sabb. gin and juice in a honda breed confusion and consequence. create quadruple entendres mutant, the doppelganger, doppler radar remodel for every storm in a teacup, there's a sail in a bottle creative colossal. male prostitute, Mary's favorite apostle sherry on rocks when she handed me her cherry to swallow back at the hostel we're in a hurry to smoke perfect moments, palming slowly spinal curvature slope thought processes we'd never want a person to know reemergence, she wrote. T-shirted secret service her post i prefer to be alone without my bourbon and coke blow my nose. bloody tissue paper, garbage disposal murder me mostly. let me feel it fade and watch you approach vein thrombosis strangle oxygen right out of your throat my favorite novel is Choke. not really, that was kind of a joke would you throttle every botanist if Ka was a rose? swiss chocolat, mascarpone. mimosas, marmalade, moans red dress like Mrs. Rabbit. Roger that. it's a go let me grow. vines that circulate like vinyl composed or quasi poetry relying on reliable hosts water to soak. hotel soaps, a universal remote the world at your fingertips. like you didn't know puking with 2 fingertips my trachea pulse another night, another irresponsible dose naked in clothes. safely drift away in sweaters and shorts maybe in the morning i'll be better resourced tighten ropes and torture me and settle the score moi cheri disorder. marry us. these letters are yours cliffside stare at the gorge. a gorgeous wreckage at best gorging allegorically. intestinal stretch i hear tapping on my window every evening at 6 and i'm frantic cause nobody else believes it exists it all leads me to this. i've leased more neology to twist flamethrowing solar icecaps in a polar eclipse Okra and shrimp, holy shit. shoulder cold as the Cris beyond the velvet rope another cultural rift glasses to tip, our plastic PINs. nostalgia to miss so have another drink like pancake after a lift magic elixir. its all relative, re: Lannister sisters crack rock administrar minister crack crucifix black the remiss. halfway tree between bereavement and bliss wondering if anybody's listening. deadman |
thought processes we'd never want a person to know
reemergence, she wrote. T-shirted secret service her post i prefer to be alone without my bourbon and coke ^smooooth vein thrombosis strangle oxygen right out of your throat my favorite novel is Choke. not really, that was kind of a joke & the world at your fingertips. like you didn't know I don’t really have the time right now to go as in depth as I’d like to, but those lines I singled out I enjoyed the most. If I get some time, I’ll come back later and give you some more kind words. Smooth as always, man. Cool stuff. |
for every storm in a teacup, there's a sail in a bottle
creative colossal. male prostitute, Mary's favorite apostle ^^loved that thought processes we'd never want a person to know i prefer to be alone without my bourbon and coke ^^can definitely relate to that! swiss chocolat, mascarpone. mimosas, marmalade, moans red dress like Mrs. Rabbit. Roger that. it's a go ^^that's sexy puking with 2 fingertips my trachea pulse another night, another irresponsible dose ^^i'm 26-years old and sometimes i find myself in this exact position, wondering how i overdid it again at this fuckin age i hear tapping on my window every evening at 6 and i'm frantic cause nobody else believes it exists it all leads me to this. i've leased more neology to twist flamethrowing solar icecaps in a polar eclipse ^^thought that was very on point, beautifully written i dont think i've ever been disappointed reading one of your pieces. you have this effortless flow of things, and even the end was like holy shit with words, ya knkow what i mean. it's really cool you can do that |
Ur a peach bodey
Thank you. |
Dead how come u kept nsing the RHYME?
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word man i know. RHYME track record is bogus
i havent really been feeling competitive when it counts one day, mighty 10......one day |
I just wanted you to participate in a heavy league. Oh well..ill get to this verse when im in the mood to read
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Nah. Just the roster was heavy with some writers that dont participate here (for whatever reason). It was interesting for me
Edit sidenote: why is there xo much hostility between the 2 leagues lmfao |
thats true. its a fantastic league as far as content and competition.
i keep signing in for that reason but sort of lose interest in the next 4 days or so. gonna give it another run before the season's up hopefully. you know what i mean @oats? |
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this was dope, btw. will leave better feed later. |
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a lot of dope writers involved, i just dont really have the heart for competitive text leagues any more yo theres only probably richard corey i'd be interested in facing as we've surprisingly never been matched up before him and possibly TaLi? the rest i'm too uninspired to spend 6 weeks consecutively writing shit for one of you needs to offer me some collab ish to write to and keep my hand in |
for every storm in a teacup, there's a sail in a bottle
the lead up to this was sick as hell, but that just smacked as dope as fuck bro wow man, your knowledge of vocabulary and the way you sin words together is parallel to none dog. classic black. |
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The window @ 6 couplet was my favorite of this. But this was really.dope throughout. The best of your three pieces on the front page. Thanks for the shout out.
I was piss drunk and felt like talking shit to people online I hope you understand that. I won $450 in blackjack though. Nice piece. |
this is very dope rhyming and flow.
it doesn't seem to tie together or have one particular message... but that's not necessarily a negative as you may just be "gorging allegorically". heheh |
while we're upping old threads
its too early to be feeling this way |
damn it, Black. unearthing another verse that I promised to feed and didn't. I got you shortly.
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this shit fire though as usual
too much to quote that ship in a bottle cray though >>>>>>>>>>>> keep that pen moving! |
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