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Aug 2019
It's constant screen shots. Viable realistic moments. Violence and silence. Like telekinesis it's intelligence is ancient any dialect different depictions of hyroglyphic carvings Martyrs starving marketing free parking marketing trends and silver valley silver dreams ..
My free Blocks bloom the airwaves I airport and gallow like followed ghosts I'm hybrid world's and religions Dementionally crashed.
I laugh and trash like a trashed mass of masks held in skins for reference to polictal agenda and conspiracy. I don't think you hear me ? I'm alien spelling like hikuas and moves of a muse based upon my personal views. I clue and blue cry for your favorite rapper but can't relate to my knowledgeable gratitude. I am rude and running jumping tracking and follow through. Months I moved and made moves. I'm over lazy acts falls snacks waste racks and money trance. I'm pants and wands I'm clover clocks closer then wings my wright hooks come out to violent when I cross I dip and I Dodge switch foot and crook I'm more likely to punk and leave bruises of my ego to look. I ain't fear you. I slap myself. I ain't near you.. y'all help yourselves. I'm punishment to those who have allowed such this function of multiple division's I'm hoping hop rapture rapid capture dressing actor massive hammer gifting judgement but no one hold it. I'm cold shifts. I've held down frost Giants.. your just humans and my dead I chose hear. But I'm upset about what happened upstairs.
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SnowingOdin7  27/Two-Spirit/Melting Pot
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