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MOTV Mar 2016
Lost in an insane asylum now i am riding into the abyss a tornado of darkness relapsed right before within hours it was broke smoking till I choke laughing at the burn my thoughts they steam they churn higher learning became erased and was wasted fully laced with shrooms in a vase growing beautifully in place then plucked like a rose but consumed like a banana all in down the hatch having to analyze the trip need a diorama, diagram, and some more RAM for this kid.

Memory

Take me to a place where I can live in the stars, jet black,  burning lights is the essence that just begins a true memory in the cemetery of the dead the souls as they laugh and play lust in all ways, but the way I sway my words turn them to zombies cannibalizing each other, the strongest is the alpha that runs out and destroys the others in doing that the abomination becomes fat, erodes in its brutish nature, truly exposed

Wasted

As I drink the fifth, the Jin talks within the gin, truly a spin on words, but not really, cause most men will wish pleasures for there ***** but me that is far to silly. Billy Jean was not his girl, but he sure did **** her. Being poor is not that real to the rich man who have most man working for them at the age of 10 but then again is that 1% an exception that can only be seen in an inception, during a recession, in repentance from a resentful soul oh be

Gentle

They scream as he came and conquered

They scream as he saw that we have gone bonkers

He came to conquer

Like champagne and lobster, Cuban cigar in that mouth and herb in that pipe, whispering in his ear is the Willow with an appetite and he might and he did and he will and he rid in to conquer again to conquer

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