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Darkness feels great...grunge is the Feeling of teeth grinding on a steel plate it still hates and seems to thrive under...like a mean bear in its cold slumber they ask how high are you? I say real low...self-esteem is negative zero steam blows through the nose of the enemy of the hero...which is stellar enemies pretend to be civilians in red sweaters..killers of all colors no surprise for the eyes of the blind..for they think deep thoughts and feel deep vibes. in these's times there is no true winner the good guy is blurred out by the bad guys glimmer...well aren't you chipper? No, I'm bitter "I'm as salty as a beach in my presidential suite" really? Well I **** it all like bleach so please get your stain on...and if you take it away I will get my gain on green light seems right...I call it game on your all like crooked pictures with their frames off. One pop to your face will knock your frame off...I will **** everybody..call me Adolf...The stickler...? What is a joker to a riddler? the past peel's like old paint stickers Shadows become thicker... Water becomes liquor Girlfriends become strippers. Darkness engulfs all including the small glimmers
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
The Darkness
Darkness feels great...grunge is the Feeling of teeth grinding on a steel plate it still hates and seems to thrive under...like a mean bear in its cold slumber they ask how high are you? I say real low...self-esteem is negative zero steam blows through the nose of the enemy of the hero...which is stellar enemies pretend to be civilians in red sweaters..killers of all colors no surprise for the eyes of the blind..for they think deep thoughts and feel deep vibes. in these's times there is no true winner the good guy is blurred out by the bad guys glimmer...well aren't you chipper? No, I'm bitter "I'm as salty as a beach in my presidential suite" really? Well I **** it all like bleach so please get your stain on...and if you take it away I will get my gain on green light seems right...I call it game on your all like crooked pictures with their frames off. One pop to your face will knock your frame off...I will **** everybody..call me Adolf...The stickler...? What is a joker to a riddler? the past peel's like old paint stickers Shadows become thicker... Water becomes liquor Girlfriends become strippers. Darkness engulfs all including the small glimmers
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
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