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Kanye Got Got Well I guess They got Kanye, I suppose They’ll get me too one day, and I can try but can’t get away, because They get everyone eventually, hundred years ago we were all playing flutes, we’re all guilty as charged even without proof, and then we play ourselves that’s the truth, because those in control have nothing to prove, They pull up the trains and tell us to move, get to your job gotta quota to fill, these politicking capitalists are making me sick, and maybe I’m one too and that’s why I feel ill, but I’m better than that getting better in fact, and that’s why my cup overrunneth when filled, to the brim ballin’ all in, swimming in sin still blessed as Mary The ****** first programmed device was invented in Baghdad, but we’re all caught up in these narcissistic sentiments, we’re in The Greatest Time in Human History, and all you can think is the narcissistic thought that “I’m sad”, Yeah we’re all sad, and that’s our own fault, got me mad as a cam in Baghdad, which I guess was the results, of being over optimistic with bad math, and being on the war path with a sadistic cult, but what’s the cult called, does it even have a name, and how’d it get Kanye, and what’s it gotta do with Jay? Well I guess They got Kanye, I suppose They’ll get me too one day, and I can try but can’t get away, because They get everyone eventually… ∆ LaLux ∆ The New Book Is FREE Here: https://www.scribd.com/document/367036005/The-Sydney-Sessions-12-Steps
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
Kanye Got Got
Kanye Got Got Well I guess They got Kanye, I suppose They’ll get me too one day, and I can try but can’t get away, because They get everyone eventually, hundred years ago we were all playing flutes, we’re all guilty as charged even without proof, and then we play ourselves that’s the truth, because those in control have nothing to prove, They pull up the trains and tell us to move, get to your job gotta quota to fill, these politicking capitalists are making me sick, and maybe I’m one too and that’s why I feel ill, but I’m better than that getting better in fact, and that’s why my cup overrunneth when filled, to the brim ballin’ all in, swimming in sin still blessed as Mary The ****** first programmed device was invented in Baghdad, but we’re all caught up in these narcissistic sentiments, we’re in The Greatest Time in Human History, and all you can think is the narcissistic thought that “I’m sad”, Yeah we’re all sad, and that’s our own fault, got me mad as a cam in Baghdad, which I guess was the results, of being over optimistic with bad math, and being on the war path with a sadistic cult, but what’s the cult called, does it even have a name, and how’d it get Kanye, and what’s it gotta do with Jay? Well I guess They got Kanye, I suppose They’ll get me too one day, and I can try but can’t get away, because They get everyone eventually… ∆ LaLux ∆ The New Book Is FREE Here: https://www.scribd.com/document/367036005/The-Sydney-Sessions-12-Steps
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Money melting in a spoon, let's shoot it into our veins. Flashing Kardashian lights, streaming into our brains. Donald Trump! He's our man! Mark Muslims is the plan! All-you-can-eat- Pile. It. The. **** High. When you walk or When you talk, let the words squeak out like they're between Your thighs. Thighs. American thighs, Dreaming next to our Calvins. Our slacktivism, our regurgitated ideas spitballing out of our McDonald's mouths into our peers' ears, distilled by years And years of "almost-knowledge" that we quasi-ascertained, if we knew what that meant -- but we've been left behind! No child left the **** behind! We were left behind and there's no possible way we slacked off, that we're dumb, that we aren't the movie stars destined for Lamborghini cars, five-star bars, designer bodies for designer you and designer me: the most special of the unique, the Pearls that have been made in the darkest parts of the sea, the darkest parts of origin. Origin. ****** **** American **** virginal ideals sliding around the muck of a marketable **** fuckfest, ******* of the American mind, the congratulations of the American ego, the proud mother and father tears associated with buying and lying, "trying" and frying our food, our ideas, our friends, our neo-impressionistic children in Jordans, skinny jeans, on tumblr: the unknowing cousin of Fox News, surprised by its own wit and wisdom: they're ******* twins. Carbon copies, unknowing, unwilling, un-un-un. The romanticism of mental illness. The close-up of reality-tv emotion. The manipulation taught to servers from managers. The manipulation taught to customers from society. All we care about is **** image, and *** Self-preservation: **** Donald Trump and **** you.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
American ****
Money melting in a spoon, let's shoot it into our veins. Flashing Kardashian lights, streaming into our brains. Donald Trump! He's our man! Mark Muslims is the plan! All-you-can-eat- Pile. It. The. **** High. When you walk or When you talk, let the words squeak out like they're between Your thighs. Thighs. American thighs, Dreaming next to our Calvins. Our slacktivism, our regurgitated ideas spitballing out of our McDonald's mouths into our peers' ears, distilled by years And years of "almost-knowledge" that we quasi-ascertained, if we knew what that meant -- but we've been left behind! No child left the **** behind! We were left behind and there's no possible way we slacked off, that we're dumb, that we aren't the movie stars destined for Lamborghini cars, five-star bars, designer bodies for designer you and designer me: the most special of the unique, the Pearls that have been made in the darkest parts of the sea, the darkest parts of origin. Origin. ****** **** American **** virginal ideals sliding around the muck of a marketable **** fuckfest, ******* of the American mind, the congratulations of the American ego, the proud mother and father tears associated with buying and lying, "trying" and frying our food, our ideas, our friends, our neo-impressionistic children in Jordans, skinny jeans, on tumblr: the unknowing cousin of Fox News, surprised by its own wit and wisdom: they're ******* twins. Carbon copies, unknowing, unwilling, un-un-un. The romanticism of mental illness. The close-up of reality-tv emotion. The manipulation taught to servers from managers. The manipulation taught to customers from society. All we care about is **** image, and *** Self-preservation: **** Donald Trump and **** you.
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