04-25-2019, 03:03 PM | #1 |
The Clown Prince
Join Date: Apr 2013
Posts: 5,016
Battle Record: 35-45
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No method to the madness, motive is random
knock on the door, the outside world can have them Im zoned in, broken down letters to the establishment I make too much to be labeled that grim. peep the patterns blocking out the sun, thats him! the wise one, the brash patron, praise satan yell Action! Im packin five guns, an apron, gait patient quick to make apparel & write checks with blank spaces everything they say is basic. look down at played shit my pen so overhead it collaborated with space stations. words criss cross til their clothes go backward now peep who their hoes go after. motive makes them jump in slomo manners leave em grasping for the moment...like a photo captured forgot what inspiration could do, should you? or would you? do what I did, go where I took you? another forest to get lost in & look through. overpowered by my future pages & what they would do. look where all that sacrifice done put you Blair Witch voodoo, sticks & stones with good views micromanagement couldnt save them enough you got the juice? its about time you gave it up. it was I who offered the apple & made them touch I add em in even numbers while they eatin.... split a rib over their misjudgment...now they leavin
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