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972 · Mar 2014
Prism Prison
AAF Mar 2014
Comatose my juxtapose
Straight line or die
on an overdose
No stupid feelings
Man **** the high
heads feeling cloudy
I've engulfed the sky

blinking inner eye
all ****** up
I can't see my nun chucks
so I *** ******
your mum's ****
no if ands or buts what
Look

Can't talk about feelings

People judging my feelings

Can't talk about feelings
653 · Nov 2013
Hellow
AAF Nov 2013
Tell tomorrow that you'll be there to greet her when she comes.
Hold onto today because you'll never embrace one like this ever again
Share  yesterdays so that those who couldn't be there can
Carry the presentwith you at all times because it's the only gift we can really give
Time is not a thing or a nothing
Time is the evaporation of our perception as it spreads thin throught our conciouncess
Conciouness is our awareness of what we percieve
What we percieve is nothing but light particles bouncing off of other light particles and our own personal translations of what it all means
It means nothing to nobody and something to everybody
Lifes is all about meaning and adding it to wherever you go wherever you can
To live is to add
To be alive is positivity.
Even thought negatives may add up
The base of our existance is grounded in positivity.
You have been aded into life.  And you can add even more if you please
Be wary of what you take
Sometimes things can never be replaced

Don't forget to breath
453 · Jan 2014
Untitled
AAF Jan 2014
Letter and numbers all intertwine
in the genetic structure of rythm and rhyme
All lines come together
framing forms of emotion
quoting quasi spirit leaders causing radical commotion
Burdened by thick black holes, heavy within
tuck your head undercovers while the rooms starts to spin
ear to the floor pickin up sonic underground
put then you drop it right back
back in to the floor where all those sick sounds belong
Thanks for making me mom

thanks alot
426 · Mar 2014
Small world
AAF Mar 2014
The world I live in
is quite small.
I live all alone
Just me and the walls
The dust on the cieling
The air chached in bunches
sit patient in corners
waiting for luncheon.
I feed them my time
by standing in places
that have gone untouched
suspended in stasis.

But one day I'll die
and my friends will die with me
because it's all in my head

and boy is that ******.

— The End —