My smile skewed, a denial misconstrued, all the while, nil was news.
the Brady wiles of a child in censored group, was as a rented suit-
For the eventual parental coup would bear relentless fruit...
meanwhile--Up for trial... the spilled abused, the pill misused, the ill get views...
fucking sickening... the mills that mill the wills of shrews...
the eels that feign the couth in deals for the peels of youth.
this feel was surreal, as I appealed, revealed in proof.
the suburban safe haven in tame statement syndicated's what congealed in you.
But still... what did you continually do?!
this shit was ill man, I really like your style bro, good shit
Pole dancing on your cracking conscience while I mock a generation of ratchet nonsense...
Grimey, in a sense that the only fucking plaques I'm stockin
Are the now-odorless solidified caked stacks of vomit
on your profound, "I wanna be a better daddy..." comments
^^ the fuckin truth man!!! I really dug this right here
yea, I don't know if you're an alias or slipped in during my hiatus but you definitely got some skills man. nice to see you around here. talents always welcomes. you remind me of how zen writes with the rapid fire multi's. pretty creative too, im definitely interested to see you develop if you stick around. if you post more ill peep it. stay up man and thanks for the feed
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