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Originally Posted by dull boy
Poet. Pardon me, open heart disease. Here's to hope, catharsis schemes seamed through over-arching themes,
I couldn't close if I wrote through my most alarming dreams. Things I could only quote if I sold my soul to artistry.
Abstract lyrics paint pictures unintended. Rorschach's spirit. Same physics. Love's pretended.
There's premeditation in this desultory genius. Subtract what doesn't rhyme, plus texts that bore the reader.
Write what you know. Stretch the story's zenith to extra ordinary regions and press the form you're seeking.
Be wordy with your wording. Use irony for laughs, and laugh and those who don't find it in their path.
Balderdash. Stalk women. Skeet. Haunted past. Talk cynically.
Walken bashing enemies with cock, just slapping viciously.
This author raps auspiciously. Always live authentically.
The rawest. Captain victory, passing, lapping anything.
Autographing titties with long dramatic similes.
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I actually understood it fairly well. A few of the concepts are ridiculously introspective and you have a pretty awesome grasp on wordplays. But one thing is that I've heard the line in bold somewhere before.
The closing punch was awesome. And slapping viciously made me lol. I like this. But wtf is with 'balderdash, stalk women, skeet' ??
Keep writing.