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May 2019
Manic stricken. Free lance so listen
Spider man just **** his pants
So get this.
New edition
The snake is hissing
Number one is reminiscing on the ****
He wished he didnt.
Im the ******* with em
A decimal point from going to prison
Shapeshifting. Creating visions
In a matrix prison.
With a dime for resistance.
Delivering narcotics. With a wrist so willfully been slit in segments.
A mindful section turned to acid induced halucinagenic movie pictures movie magnets. Like a cupids strike like lucid nights spent doing every thing we knew was hazard.
And in the losing battle
I refrain from chewing canned tobacco
*** cancers a losing battle
And with the proven status.
I become a texas ranger ******* loose in saddle. Losing shooting battles.
******* lose my data.
Becoming centiped thats groomed to sell so many shoes
Its like its moving gravel.
Kick up dust. In turn its tar
Like cigarettes
Who knew there was ensuing cancer
Callme genius. Its irrelevsnt.
Im detrumental to whats moving after.
I give the noose a nother reason to hang loose before i lose my shadow.
And rvery second ive been eluding to a truth that doesnt hold no answers.
I know your ******* sick of rhyming so ima tell you fools just like im spewing laughter

I dont care if noone likes this just know brooks was here. Back at ya
Jordan Gablehouse
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Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
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