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Down in the gutter, with my mind and friends wallowing in the dirt and grime, no need to pretend The ****** and debacle, all the impurity and trash sliding easily along, the hard cold cemented paths Sludge and slime, just other words to describe where my imagination goes, too consume and too imbibe Come with me, and then you'll see, everything explained all the places, thoughts, and things, roaming around my brain Glean no cleaner meaning, and know too there I go a ***** rotten little mind, basking in, a foul filthy, afterglow
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Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
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Down in the gutter, with my mind and friends wallowing in the dirt and grime, no need to pretend The ****** and debacle, all the impurity and trash sliding easily along, the hard cold cemented paths Sludge and slime, just other words to describe where my imagination goes, too consume and too imbibe Come with me, and then you'll see, everything explained all the places, thoughts, and things, roaming around my brain Glean no cleaner meaning, and know too there I go a ***** rotten little mind, basking in, a foul filthy, afterglow
Regurgitated, expurgated, re-invented, and re-done cleaning corners of my mind, on an ancient, poetic, run ;D Yup, it's been said men think of *** every 6 seconds. Nah, it's more often than that ;D~
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Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
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