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one thing bout music when it hits, u feel no pain still my vibe got every one a' these dumb bitches feelin' thaaangs yeah, s-ippin on southern, up north for the summer, got west on in the background , need one more to recover percocet on dashboard, rollin' east like the tide, u cant see what im sayin see the beast up in my eyesss cant reach where im touchin, cause ur heart still hidin' and robbin williams fuck bitches in the MOUTH MANNNN
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08-16-2014, 09:12 PM | #1042 |
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When I practice parts, no acting's done. I tap in to facets like avatars. I capture what encapsulates imagined states of self reflective developed head trips. I delegate the telling. Wait for selling's sake. I dwell in essence. Melt. Undressing. My cells assessing where shells will break. Hell's a taste I relish. Same goes for pathos. I blame hope.
I bleed rust through self inflected hugs against hell's indifferent love. I felt sadistic belting whispers out. I never felt intended. My shell's impending doubt drown in bells and whistles. Shout; the devil's listening now. You failed at living. How? Stale existence. Drown in the wells you're wishing down. Last edited by dull boy; 08-16-2014 at 09:29 PM. |
08-16-2014, 10:02 PM | #1043 |
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Stuck in an island with every S.O.S. signal void.
I've been stranded here since I was a nimble boy Having no one to share the beauty of my singing voice. No mother thereby I named myself Sigmund Freud The nincompoop who demonized sexual joy, the ether's coy. Doing this all through his own brand of lingo coined, ego's ploy. But before this I think my first name was in quotes "Roy". With nothing but time in my hands I have found simple joy Through extrapolating the deeper meaning of why wisdom cloys. Perhaps I'm a Greek humanoid For I'm deeply enraptured by what the letter Sigma points. I have not in possession even the slightest simple toy So I preoccupy myself with my spirit's embroidery, an embryo merry From otherworldly calling that caused me to thoroughly enjoy fairies. Little winged sprites whose company destroys worry. Their presence has made finding salvation a fruitless plight of damnation. I am quite content living forever outside the plantation where mutations of man are stationed. After all, all they put their hands on gets grime and contamination. The fairies even tell me they emit a slime that's contagious. I do find it audacious that despite the gracious advice of the sages The birds continue their outrageous flight of migration Onto the outside of my native land that I describe as my nation. Only when another, a girl, lands here do I realize my isolation. Everything coalesced while the sprites made cries of invasion. Her similar features with relation to mine vivified my sensations. I was in utter elation due to being aligned with her placement. And so I renounced in exclamation this world to find a new location! She said to me something that only deified these temptations. The mysterious girl said onto me "that my mind was fading" She came because the birds spoke of the bind I was facing An avian informed her with no one in my life I went crazy Talking to myself, and only I all this time I created imaginary friends. Beings who came to life, but with the cost of my honorary end Their very existence sapped my life force, my weary arteries wept. All I've seen I have dreamt, something my anatomy naturally bled. Plus I am left wondering in jest if I too dream of this event? Remaining innocent caused my sanity to have left. Wanting to be nameless she said "I was her family's beloved guest". She caressed me intimately until bed, I was admitted into her dress. I found who I was meticulously in her breasts. Next morning she exposed herself minutely in a flash. She said she was an angel born indicatively in the flesh. A little bird in heaven told her infinitely of my nest. Amicably I was breath taken, but became inflicted with what came next. She stated she sought vindictively revenge For not releasing her when I was stripping her of her wings. I wasn't deceiving her of my sins, In no point in time did I say I was lily livered. I just want to fly and really enter my healing center. Taking flight I left her there- looting the traveler. Eluding the avalanche of her anger by using illusion to jab at her. Scrambling her monitor- my moniker of mattering first proved adequate. I laugh at her for falling victim to tactics so pusillanimous, so brutal anarchist. Taking her place now I dabble in pushing Nazareth through his labyrinth. The dubious mannerisms I used to escape my own brewing madness Is testimony of the kind of power that rules any magic. Don't view this as tragic, you'll lose all that happened. For even though my face is pockmarked I am still beautiful in God's heart. Yet, I solemnly swear to never return to that islet junkyard, In which I bested a sub-par angel who now takes ark where the sun dark. Last edited by UnbornBuddha; 08-17-2014 at 01:20 AM. |
08-16-2014, 11:32 PM | #1044 |
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haha, ha, hah
Crimson sun cascades on blades of grass. Heat flows across the waves, they crash. Deep blue, endless. Gates to the past. Oceans breathe, relief. Faces masked. Hopeless seas, seized. Sways the raft. Moments flee, believe. Lay for a bath. Cleanse, relief. Hate has passed. On your knees praying to laugh. |
08-17-2014, 12:11 AM | #1045 |
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you could be cool if you felt like it^
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08-17-2014, 12:42 AM | #1046 |
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Every day's the same.
Coffee, black with a cigarette. Sad that I'm still a wreck. Mad at this little check. Sore back from all the weight on my shoulders. Go ahead and call that line cliché. Hell, make it your moment. Call me a faggot, then say it all over. "What a progressive day. Thanks Jehovah!" This is all odd really. We write as a hobby. After work all day, work on the lines you're dropping. Waiting on my Pulitzer. Where's my recognition? Zen sucks. Stupid same rhyme schemes. |
08-17-2014, 01:34 AM | #1048 | |
Mad fucking dangerous.
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08-17-2014, 01:48 AM | #1049 |
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I'll check it out on the YouTubes.
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08-17-2014, 04:10 AM | #1050 |
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awash in urban sprawl that settles
like coal dust in rain. oceans of gray. life's a lost coastline that no one has named, forsake a forgone conclusion, let it smolder, enflame. corn cob Confucius. opium glaze. foreclosed on your fate. baroque, for a change, mortar & paste. unlucid. composing complaints. poor souls ornate- the wealthy moreso mundane, historical dates rather than praenomens sketched on the coast in a sensuous copse with primal potent intent.
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08-18-2014, 03:26 PM | #1051 | |
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MOWFUCKAAAAA, MY WRIST LIT MY GAMES TIGHT MY BITCH THICK SHE DIP DAT LIKE"A DIPSTICK I DONT GO HAM I GO FLIP FLIP LIKE LIL FLIP NAH, LIL WAYNE IM PSYCHIATRIC I BEEN INSANE I PUSH DAT WHIP I BEEN A SLAVE TO THE DEITY THATS IN MY VEINS WHAT THT MEAN? MAN IDKKKKK I PICK IT UP I RIDE IT SLOW ALL I WANT IS SPINNIN RIMS AND 2 DUMB GIRLS THAT PROLLY TWINS I COULD WRITE 1000 LINES STILL U WOULDNT GET MY VIBE SO THIS ONES FOR U DUMBASS FUCKS WHO THINK ITS HARD TO LIVE IT UP WHO THINK U NEED TO BE ORWELL OR ROWLING JUST TO GET THEM BITCHES CALLING JUST TO GET THAT RECOGNITION OH THATS yo GIRL GOD DAMN I HIT IT! GOD DAMN I GET IT, GOD DAMN I FLOW ITS NOT WHAT U SAY BUT HOW IT GOOOO so listen up n pay attention. cause this... right here..... is my..... PRETTY. BOY. SWAG. (x113130)
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08-19-2014, 01:00 AM | #1052 |
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Outta my slump with calluses, I'm back in this bitch.
A Jimmy fallon sub in the trap, whipping crack up again. But the critics always critique on your mental physique. Til the kraken awakens to ravage them, one THWAK! of the pen. Fuck the bullshit. I'm back to be a factor my friends. If you formally hated, prepare to get your phalluses snipped.
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08-19-2014, 07:28 AM | #1053 |
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Sigh...
I'm tired when I wake up. Shit, now I gotta make stuff and strive for a career. *Yawn* I grab my pay stub at the line in the rear then clock in with the other guys. "Hi, I'm here." It gets old. I've had the same life for years. No drive. I just lie with a pipe and a beer. I know it's unhealthy, but it's my life you, queer lol |
08-19-2014, 07:59 AM | #1054 |
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I've no ambition for position in this mission of gettin'. Earners are spending to garner attention from women. They say it's hard, but it isn't, they're swimming in a pond that I fish in. All I'm copping is wisdom. Acknowledge existence. Remain anonymous; drifting through this comet just living. No apologies given.
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08-19-2014, 05:49 PM | #1055 |
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No committed description just the facts
with enough force to quickly adjust your back a artist that sparkles with a love to chiropract I'm Shakespeare here with a lust for rap keep it low key with a revolver & a muffled cap I'm too tough for that you little mutton rack I'm absurd word to your mother black
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08-19-2014, 06:46 PM | #1056 |
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god u guys are GAY AND LAME^
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08-19-2014, 07:27 PM | #1057 |
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Yo yo
I bust raps at mugs, black. Get the gun clapped at punk ass. Yo. I'm so cool and emotionless, apathetic and hard, ripping sets, Bart Simpson-esque with these bars. Get undressed. I wanna carve my tender flesh... wait wait, that's too emo, my bad... Yo yo, I wanna sell drugs like movie roles. I wanna be thug like Gucci, yo. I wanna hate love and lose control. Shoot slugs at school and... no, still too emo... yo yo, I'm so alpha I steal other people's personas, I'm so alpha I feel above ego. I'm older... nah nah, shit... yo yo, y'all are lame witcha feelings, get maimed by a million angry gorillas I keep chained in my village where I rape and I pillage. Yay, I'm a villain. No way am I feeling. Nah, that's gay, I'm concealing any ways of expression that don't result in hate and aggression. |
08-19-2014, 07:37 PM | #1058 |
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You're gay, just accept it.
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08-19-2014, 07:48 PM | #1059 |
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pay your attention towards the stage. wait a second
rape an epileptic chick to shake up the session stir the soup with lemon pepper. baker's convection there's safety in numbers but way more safety in weapons
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08-19-2014, 08:43 PM | #1060 |
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I met a man on Craigslist today, does that make me gay? He told me he wanted to give me a name and settled on Jane, does that make me gay? He grabbed me by the hair and pulled out his cock, I must admit, I liked it a lot, does that make me gay? I just wrote some lines about homosexuals lives, does that make me gay?
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