I'm a broken record, skipping pebbles across the pond.
A rebel who lost his cause, stubble accosts the jaw.
Debonair? Probably not. Neckless turtle conforming to shell.
Dormant; swore it was hell but cursively mourned it myself
in letters that never meant anything until they served as a portrait befell.
Blazing arrow, regifted but misguided, tortured, repelled.
You pulled that excuse out of your ass. Of course it would smell.
that opening segment was fucking insane @
Certain.
actually makes me inspired to wanna change the record my damn self tbh. fucking dope display of descriptive talent. very intensely layed out.
thats a skill ive always loved. nasty