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ghost in the matrix
Join Date: Apr 2013
Location: Covington, KY
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Rhyming; a diamond in the rough, blind to the bluff finding its enough simply grinding it up. Mind in the rough, Golf swing, sandwedge binding and cuffs. Divine intervention unmentioned, menstrual cycle delayed for attention. Baby on the way baby on board, Maybe the baby is crazy and bored. Shady ignored me in the cold You Dont Know me I'm Stan(ding) in the rain with a board that says dont ignore me if you can afford! Brain fart; sane? Start! Go with it get lifted hit it at 2 miles a minute blow it out slow it down and sit in it i'm finished! Visions of visionary's visiting cemetarys cementing the corpses incoorperating the dignitary's get a fucking dictionary! I'm gettin heated undefeated seeded lower than Jesus in mary's womb before the tomb when she cheated (believe it!) I prefer the scenic route, weeds, droughts, keepin the demons out with a bitch blunt and a pleasing mouth you're freakin out! no i'm not, grow the pot and load a crock of shit with some rocks and locust; Rot! Fertilize the fertilizer with verbalized urbanization and I'll become the merchandiser advertising with conversation. Leave no stone unturned burn the bridges and homes then witness the vicious cycle in the life of a drone. Tomb stones fighting for survival while awaiting arrivals, primal urges conquered ending the spiral and it all comes back to rhyming; and the idol is final.
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