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Fusing the concepts of diction with the; roll of a puuuup: ill container no brainer; the new name for all,, club bangers the flocking flamers, claiming they flow rain sick, fake **** time to face it like similes to basic subject matter could use a face lift I straight rip, jill jacking me off, cant touch these bars, leading to E.R. cough, cough; Hot sauce her eye, then fry that back side, spliff lit A big hit; leaves dome split                                                                            thoughts. . .              drift To higher places; perceive the cloudy spaces between the jaded hate spit peaceful protest; GRAVITY.. replace it Aliteration altered asinine assumptions Rhetoric to run with;               supplying the dumb-shits my cognition is "meta" there "fore"; fairest way is hitt'n Needing a "fix"; I pop "pre"-scription Sacred living's indifferent; no know's of his vision Firing blindly; we're inquisitive middlemen signing contracts binding booking assurance of purpose vexing questions perplex the messes milk spilt are peoples guesses nose tilt; angling obtuse, obese, feeding upon, the bottom line Most zealous of swine; hideous and hateful, unable, ungrateful better off as bacon plateful The line is fine; The shade is grey I'll ironically state, suggestions to negate your fate upon another's baseless psalms or petty predictions of living on your palms
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
What I Do At Work (no wonder the economy is tanking)
Fusing the concepts of diction with the; roll of a puuuup: ill container no brainer; the new name for all,, club bangers the flocking flamers, claiming they flow rain sick, fake **** time to face it like similes to basic subject matter could use a face lift I straight rip, jill jacking me off, cant touch these bars, leading to E.R. cough, cough; Hot sauce her eye, then fry that back side, spliff lit A big hit; leaves dome split                                                                            thoughts. . .              drift To higher places; perceive the cloudy spaces between the jaded hate spit peaceful protest; GRAVITY.. replace it Aliteration altered asinine assumptions Rhetoric to run with;               supplying the dumb-shits my cognition is "meta" there "fore"; fairest way is hitt'n Needing a "fix"; I pop "pre"-scription Sacred living's indifferent; no know's of his vision Firing blindly; we're inquisitive middlemen signing contracts binding booking assurance of purpose vexing questions perplex the messes milk spilt are peoples guesses nose tilt; angling obtuse, obese, feeding upon, the bottom line Most zealous of swine; hideous and hateful, unable, ungrateful better off as bacon plateful The line is fine; The shade is grey I'll ironically state, suggestions to negate your fate upon another's baseless psalms or petty predictions of living on your palms
nicholas-rew
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
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