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and she is human


just like we
 
i bet if the guy at the end of highlander, really could know what the world was thinking... all at once... i would pity that man.
 
u cannot afford to b a racist; a bigot
 
a pervert and misogynistic pig... i am not the fuzz... a few mightta got by... I'm not perfect, either... we're simply red
just
like
we
 
we weren't gonna open the sea's candy... we did not watch the momz dogs... g did... it was given to me... not really... g opened em... FINALLY! that shyt, is my kryptonite!!! and it's funny... as g... being who she is... thought to give the magnetic, elvis, Roosevelt beer!!!
to her lovely, aunt, who's vet husband and good man just went somewhere else waiting for u
um... ummm... umm... and i thought- ltr, is the yen to my yang... because my first thought, when Choosing, hot... all u can eat, applebees, special... was: oooo... we'll take those to ltr... i eat the nutz... he eats the choose... questionable choices... cyclical... choose right... close your eyes, in a storm... and u may see, "the most amazing journey"... take something beautiful from your peaces of darkness.... close your eyes... balance yourself on granite... listen to the destructive spirits... you may b able to sea and take with you... something beautiful... even in the most emotionally, blinding, of grainz. that's how sandblasters work and we exploit those toolz' weeknesses, to our advantage... to help strangers with spark plugs and unknown riches... to peace back together and make beautiful things... collecting rock shox and metaphors to let the imprisoned, women i love... know they were riding shotgun, the entire time... i have blonde hair and never let the sun's heat, bleach a single follicle, of her lovely, heart.
 
gods fucking loves mes! she likes the caramel, nut... ltr can't eat caramel... i only had one of those... i swear there were no nut ones left... one nanosecond, before!!! those were not fucking there... they r my kryptonite! i ate them all... and then, there #3 were! true story!!! pov
we just have to see the sun is still behind our blasted out, emoty vault, corpse decaying... signs... because that is what gods trails look like... we just need to know, royal blood, when we see it.

pov
 
uh oh...


JUST TAKE THE BOX, SPARE

there's only one... chocolate nut, left... i um... i fuckin knew the bytch was lying to me!
i owe 2 people chocolate
i know what i owe
this
is how my mind works
 


y'all know how bad my luck is... and how light n darkness: one could not exist, without the other...
this week, as i told the momz... has been the most amazing, journey.
who the fuck, gets 2 flat tires, in a half hour... much less 3 in a week... u know y... cause i roll with protection... a jumperpump... and it never happens, when I'm in control... doods (head)..... imagine how great the rest of this week, will be! the roller coaster, is a fun ride... i have the worst luck n the world... and my highs are second, to nunz.
 


may i raise both handz now
 
$20,000, i took from my family's legacy
i know about coins and hundred troy ounces
i know about spot prices
i was a traider...
sorry, trator
and i use it to hurt people
and those people forgave a human
i... do not.
i know exactly whom i owe and to the
peaces of 8... peaces of silver... i owe...
i grew up with Dickens
i grow old with Dickens
and i remember everything....
i remember to the penny
exactly what i owe
 
my life is a tragedy of comical misfortune
seas have always calmed me
sees is my kryptonite
and even it...
is born into bubble wrap.
pov
beautiful sweet chocolate and safety jackets for rainy daysandmundanes
 
fukn serious radio signals

if u don't call n cancel, tomorrow

fuck you

they will sweaten the deal... like crowded tarmacs and hour glasses of irish car bombs

remember
what's her name's trich pics and ummm ummm... shyt!!! i forget! fuk!
 


i spent my first night in the rain, at 15, with trench foot and surf booties. my surf chick had just dumped me, as i carried her lil brother to safety n my arems, his warm blood, misted iron in the air, running down my radius and metatarsals. it was may, or june. the fog had cleared. my step dad, statey, told me not to bother, returning... 1 of four, took a stranger in... i was not ready to learn, doormats will insulate you, in negative zero... i took my first bong rip. my first drunk was jack Daniel's. you people r disputing. just give me a blindfold and marlboro... better make it a 100... and i gave my brother, the anniversary edition, zippo, from big bear... where i tricked out big trux... to make sure I'd lay over a 4 hour run... every time... because teamsters r professionals and i liked the dichotomy, of laying in a hot tub, after meeting the most interesting banker at champs... not the bra, antler, place... who was out on stress leave and had just been robbed at gunpoint... and there would b 5' of snow out the window, with condensation of the icy chilled, glass and my whole life has been conflict and dysfunction... and i would pray and consider my brother... by a warm, wall heater, patina'd in warm crimson probably fe... and that french girl, left me because i wouldn't f her... she wasn't ready... and that is my life; that was one day... fractures hurt
but the coffee is fresh
 
i owned my first condo, 5 miles from his bank... i had my bank card, in his atm... i bought a stranger, a beverage.
 
i am losing my gods given gift because i abused privilege and humans
and i have had this coming
i was destined to this life
nostradamus
for a very long time
and i detest many questionable Choices
because i am human
and will do my part to make the most
of what's left,
with my one thing
my mind and my soul

robert Johnson
crossroads
gods trail
signs
one thinone stranger
just one
 
ur not funny, hyde
i got shyt to do

fuck you

huh? (head)

fuck you

it's me who ur screwing

fuck you

awesome
 
gods and monsters ldel

i can stone bytches, too!



danzig plaything

generals daughter
johnny five
five is alive

psyops

the gimp

32psi

staked down

vulnerable

babysitters

darkness

Stallone

eclipse

incarceration
 
malcolm x wrote in and freed himself, from a prison of the mind... just like mes.
 
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