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I dont like star wars I dont like talking I dont like shooting stars I never felt this way before, Send me through the floor.

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May 8, 2018

May 8, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC

billy-bob-will-bob-joe-bob

Send me through the floor

I dont like star wars I dont like talking I dont like shooting stars I never felt this way before, Send me through the floor.

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I understand your fear For I have felt it too. But I can't help it if I am strong and you are weak. This is you at your peak and I know that because I like em like that. Yeah, just enough baby fat. Can it be that you and I were destined to be? Fates unkind, its cruel memories Moisten thy meat, before I sink my teeth: How to eat

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Feb 20, 2018

Feb 20, 2018 at 3:11 AM UTC

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Predate (a letter to Tato.)

I understand your fear For I have felt it too. But I can't help it if I am strong and you are weak. This is you at your peak and I know that because I like em like that. Yeah, just enough baby fat. Can it be that you and I were destined to be? Fates unkind, its cruel memories Moisten thy meat, before I sink my teeth: How to eat

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The foundation of a society built on getting laid will last as long as the love it made, the infinite and indestructible tardigrade, with no tardis boggles my concept of space and time.

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Dec 3, 2016

Dec 3, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC

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Untitled

The foundation of a society built on getting laid will last as long as the love it made, the infinite and indestructible tardigrade, with no tardis boggles my concept of space and time.

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Mmmm, coffee is so good... My coffee is black, Like the color of my soul, or how I dress Or the color of my grandfather. **The oils & caffeine coat my tongue and I am anew My bowels turn The bile churns and in ten minutes, I will have to poo.**

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Nov 15, 2016

Nov 15, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC

billy-bob-will-bob-joe-bob

Coffee

Mmmm, coffee is so good... My coffee is black, Like the color of my soul, or how I dress Or the color of my grandfather. **The oils & caffeine coat my tongue and I am anew My bowels turn The bile churns and in ten minutes, I will have to poo.**

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She's like a wolf with such pretty eyes. But she's a woman with prettier thighs Don't look to hard or she'll eat you up, you silly pup! And what did you think? Was she the pack mother or the canine sphynx? We're all dead tonight thanks to the ebb of the tide. The moon smiles and squeals inside at the breath and the sight of our homicide. If you asked the hungry, they'd say they're glad that we died Because they feast on our flesh On the Earth we are but guests. Know your place lest you rest in a coffin lined with the sorrow of your regret and carved from branches of your potential. It's essential that you respect lady death. Don't step out of line. Step out of line your life is mine, the universe is mine. The stars and the heavens combined.

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Nov 7, 2016

Nov 7, 2016 at 2:54 AM UTC

billy-bob-will-bob-joe-bob

Like a wolf

She's like a wolf with such pretty eyes. But she's a woman with prettier thighs Don't look to hard or she'll eat you up, you silly pup! And what did you think? Was she the pack mother or the canine sphynx? We're all dead tonight thanks to the ebb of the tide. The moon smiles and squeals inside at the breath and the sight of our homicide. If you asked the hungry, they'd say they're glad that we died Because they feast on our flesh On the Earth we are but guests. Know your place lest you rest in a coffin lined with the sorrow of your regret and carved from branches of your potential. It's essential that you respect lady death. Don't step out of line. Step out of line your life is mine, the universe is mine. The stars and the heavens combined.

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Fire water that is. A taste of death so good it'll leave you in the gutter. The bitter better butter You can find anything in the hood, So I guess it feels like it should.

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Jun 27, 2015

Jun 27, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC

billy-bob-will-bob-joe-bob

Cleansed by fire.

Fire water that is. A taste of death so good it'll leave you in the gutter. The bitter better butter You can find anything in the hood, So I guess it feels like it should.

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Music. As I lay alone in my bed I still feel you on my skin, lingering. Ping. Ping. Pinging inside my brain is the sound of you singing. The squeal made after the ********* still ringing as I **** my guitar. We both gently weep. I check her neck for a scar, and cover it. poison seeps Go to sleep. I miss your heartbeat beatbeatbeatbeat That's why I hug this empty couch seat where you sat (Cause i thought it was the last time youd see my ***

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May 11, 2014

May 11, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC

billy-bob-will-bob-joe-bob

Just Like

Music. As I lay alone in my bed I still feel you on my skin, lingering. Ping. Ping. Pinging inside my brain is the sound of you singing. The squeal made after the ********* still ringing as I **** my guitar. We both gently weep. I check her neck for a scar, and cover it. poison seeps Go to sleep. I miss your heartbeat beatbeatbeatbeat That's why I hug this empty couch seat where you sat (Cause i thought it was the last time youd see my ***

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What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for something wonderful? **** that. Get up. Let it happen to ME, gleefully colorful, blissfully subtle. I see a new world placed in the palm of my hands So much life teeming under my fingers, writhing... I wanna let it go, drop it like a hot potato But its so good, I feel life's glow.... Strong enough to melt the snow.

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Apr 12, 2014

Apr 12, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC

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I'm better than Annie Oakly, *****

What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for something wonderful? **** that. Get up. Let it happen to ME, gleefully colorful, blissfully subtle. I see a new world placed in the palm of my hands So much life teeming under my fingers, writhing... I wanna let it go, drop it like a hot potato But its so good, I feel life's glow.... Strong enough to melt the snow.

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Searching for love in vain is daunting. Haunting, I saunter over to you my flower, my blossom. Lost in your eye, I retract my all, NOT some... A friend is still a warm gun.... But hold on *** What about your mom? or your dad? Or your uncle? Or women that you share bunks with? Maybe buckle DOWN with? Is it worth it? I assume not either way, but perhaps......... I'm so tired... and I could just sleep. sleep forever My body lies in a heap, and I prepare to meet my maker. But I guess today ain't th' day. Cos today I'ma play Zelda: The Wind Waker.

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Sep 20, 2012

Sep 20, 2012 at 4:21 AM UTC

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Let The Wind Blow Through

Searching for love in vain is daunting. Haunting, I saunter over to you my flower, my blossom. Lost in your eye, I retract my all, NOT some... A friend is still a warm gun.... But hold on *** What about your mom? or your dad? Or your uncle? Or women that you share bunks with? Maybe buckle DOWN with? Is it worth it? I assume not either way, but perhaps......... I'm so tired... and I could just sleep. sleep forever My body lies in a heap, and I prepare to meet my maker. But I guess today ain't th' day. Cos today I'ma play Zelda: The Wind Waker.

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I'm facing the horizon, reclining in the cool grass, staring deeply into the pink and purple sky. It is an exemplary evening and I am enticed by its extravagance. I contemplate existence. I contemplate all our lives: The gnat licking sweat of my brow, You, Me, That tree across the street, Your dead friends, my ancestors, that hot Latina chick that works at Panara (not that I really eat at Panara). The undercover cop that won't stop eyeing me. I watch the pink fade into purple fade into nothing at all. The clouds disperse, becoming nothing more than disconnected particles of dirt and water suspended in midair, and the sun goes down. I **** the gnat and go home.

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Jun 17, 2012

Jun 17, 2012 at 5:10 PM UTC

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The fragility of us.

I'm facing the horizon, reclining in the cool grass, staring deeply into the pink and purple sky. It is an exemplary evening and I am enticed by its extravagance. I contemplate existence. I contemplate all our lives: The gnat licking sweat of my brow, You, Me, That tree across the street, Your dead friends, my ancestors, that hot Latina chick that works at Panara (not that I really eat at Panara). The undercover cop that won't stop eyeing me. I watch the pink fade into purple fade into nothing at all. The clouds disperse, becoming nothing more than disconnected particles of dirt and water suspended in midair, and the sun goes down. I **** the gnat and go home.

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