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akkanaka pudding green snot pie all mixed up in a dead dogs eye swillit down Quik ! with a cold cup of sick akanaka pudding green snot pie
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
akanaka pudding
They say i’m creative as a reversed mime;thinking outta the box my minds found a way to rehearse time while it stops the clock tick tock what time is it? prison block – on some infinite minute **** neurons firing pew change of management declared- archetypal hiring–whoo “Do you specialize in living positively?” {I can try} “Will you try to stay away from virus compositories?” {oh me oh my!} I live different lives as the same people: go to the same church with different steeples. Question the voice from my bed; oh **** am I dead? tryn to lift my arms, but they filled with lead where am I going and who have i led, to wander and ponder in the land of the dead its this chilly necropolipse; filled with empty soul ships. I can’t get warm here and so I fear stricken by a paralysis , caught in the mists of myr influenced by infected cysts, sickness adhere… better deal quik through love metamorphosis but I kan't…..—————-says who? great big king boo! he haunts me and taunts me into less than mediocrity but its simplicity, don't deal with me, simply leave and then you’ll be free of me and my moaning, ******** and pathetic groaning but I’m simply freeflowing, I guess I'm like an emo chick, dip in quick , then get out of it like a quicksand pit you’ll stick quick – I do my job a bit to legit while you sit and feel ………………………………………… ……………………………this is some straight simple **** 1+1= 2 but in my equation, I'm still left with none, no you'd think , but this ain't fun “So leave!” I yell “Get out of here!” I’m lost and confused like a catholic queer Am I sincere? maybe what morals appear? when your without another and can't find your brother simply steer clear quick!————————————————–>away from that skell ***** with his nonsensical lycrical pains and paradoxical ego feigns from left to up side to side always quik to hop and hide n hide non-attached….BULLSHIT!_-^-_–<>re-attache these b-r-o-k-e-n__bits& p.i.e.c.e.s so maybe one day you’ll do better than me Just don’t listen to way i say and get away from me EMO thoughts brought to light need some *** I think i might oh wait , is this just a way for me…the pages in the journal get away from me a psychiatrist in the pages….paid for free. **** thanks ink, thanks journal, thanks ego and funeral I just killed my ego , and it was the death of me.
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
Fun in a Funeral
They say i’m creative as a reversed mime;thinking outta the box my minds found a way to rehearse time while it stops the clock tick tock what time is it? prison block – on some infinite minute **** neurons firing pew change of management declared- archetypal hiring–whoo “Do you specialize in living positively?” {I can try} “Will you try to stay away from virus compositories?” {oh me oh my!} I live different lives as the same people: go to the same church with different steeples. Question the voice from my bed; oh **** am I dead? tryn to lift my arms, but they filled with lead where am I going and who have i led, to wander and ponder in the land of the dead its this chilly necropolipse; filled with empty soul ships. I can’t get warm here and so I fear stricken by a paralysis , caught in the mists of myr influenced by infected cysts, sickness adhere… better deal quik through love metamorphosis but I kan't…..—————-says who? great big king boo! he haunts me and taunts me into less than mediocrity but its simplicity, don't deal with me, simply leave and then you’ll be free of me and my moaning, ******** and pathetic groaning but I’m simply freeflowing, I guess I'm like an emo chick, dip in quick , then get out of it like a quicksand pit you’ll stick quick – I do my job a bit to legit while you sit and feel ………………………………………… ……………………………this is some straight simple **** 1+1= 2 but in my equation, I'm still left with none, no you'd think , but this ain't fun “So leave!” I yell “Get out of here!” I’m lost and confused like a catholic queer Am I sincere? maybe what morals appear? when your without another and can't find your brother simply steer clear quick!————————————————–>away from that skell ***** with his nonsensical lycrical pains and paradoxical ego feigns from left to up side to side always quik to hop and hide n hide non-attached….BULLSHIT!_-^-_–<>re-attache these b-r-o-k-e-n__bits& p.i.e.c.e.s so maybe one day you’ll do better than me Just don’t listen to way i say and get away from me EMO thoughts brought to light need some *** I think i might oh wait , is this just a way for me…the pages in the journal get away from me a psychiatrist in the pages….paid for free. **** thanks ink, thanks journal, thanks ego and funeral I just killed my ego , and it was the death of me.
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Blessed are the young for their innocence and wonderment , for bright eyes and cheerful smiles ! Little ladies in training with tea sets , dolls and easy bake ovens . Young boys with frogs in their pockets , baseball caps , ***** from head to toe ! For their first day at school and precious artwork posted on the refrigerator door ! Hayrides and trick or treat , Cub Scout and Brownie field trips , bicycles , bonfires , marshmallows and Hershey bars ! Christmas songs , snowmen and sleigh rides ! Flying kites in March , warm April mornings , Summer vacations in June and July ! A prayer for the children tonight , tucked away in warm beds , safe , filled with imagination , joyous for their first peeks of sunshine at Dawn ! Saturday morning Pop Tarts and Nestles Quik , Bugs Bunny , Spiderman and the Banana Splits !
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
Saturday morning 1970 ..
We never flex.. we never rest.. I learned to live with no regrets.. like nahh I ain't seen them yet.. they never come over to visit.. I still **** wit my ****** Tryna teach something and roll something everyday.. willing to listen all ways.. from every direction we tryna get paid.. I am the master of my own fate.. no slave ships just yacht days.. whips and chains just to misbehave.. Runnin for gold tryna overcome the maze.. still blasting joy and pain.. like everyday.. balance .. the weight I lift on my shoulders .. boulders, a country and a couple mountains.. but who's counting ... unless it's the money.. she said I changed when I ain't want the change on me.. let em have it.. it's good to be a blessing to those who don't have it.. cause if I didn't ... I know **** well I would grasp it.. I'm tryna show time I am magic.. yellow Porsche carrera 911 package wood grain and all black leather lavish staring at the world in my rear view blasting On the gas mashin.. never ever crashin.. smooth sailing wit plenty cabbage.. she tell me slow down take my time.. I said I been Robbin all my life.. I think Ima take advantage of tonight.. DJ quik and some sprite.. future stick talk and hella yellow rice.. siracha in the marinade? Nice.. we just livin life right? We Can't afford to think twice.. so we got paid to think wise.. So we Chase our visions and sights..
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
Hood ****
Hung around Quik Trip until we felt more success Headed on the highway 5 minutes to 3 Put our location on the GPS Had on my hood so no one could talk to me
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
If I Came Up With A Title For This It Would Be Lame
tonight might make my heart beat so fast Im a radical yes, and I might let go a little atlast the circus down the street wakes me up every morning the drops of dew fall off my shoulders from those precious white lilies that you left on my front door with a note that whispered softly to me you make me blush I kiss my own hand and prepare it to write my soul on parchment In a language thats almost invisable to eyes that reveal themeselves to quik for interest sometimes my fingers are too strong and the paper is too thin but the walls of the trees and the sand never fails and the leaves on the ground are always smiling at me when I walk there to write about this I feel the butterflies in every corner, everytime I look up with a daffodil pressed against my lips I say no your beauty makes me blush
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:57 PM UTC
this day in tune
your smile your love your touch what for? only heaven knows why why u had to leave so soon why I lost ur scent so quik why u never told me this is not for ever how I wish you were still mine you still next to me you still love me everything that was ceased to be
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
Everything That Was Ceased to Be
Glad to be writing again I've had people tell me I **** I almost gave it but writing another world Its inspired to turn bad into good Never give up start new Not be defined by the past Keep moving forward Being cozy in my own skin Not being consumed by anxiety Face the problem no knife in the back when walking away No longer talking but listening
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
quik
my fingers work nimble and adept the edge of each nail grew too quik
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
to peel
If only you could hear yourself, they say denial is bad for your health. I'm ****** if I do and ****** if I don't, you can see for yourself but you wont. You're well aware of the things you do, on a  daily basis I'm hurt because of you. I'm told I embarrass  you as well as disgust and make you sick, there's much more go ahead and take your pick. Doing things for you I just don't do, laundry, trash and the rest must get done by you. No money in my pocket no place for me to go, stay inside all day and you still call me a *** Bullying me day by day makes my heart numb, wish you could hear yourself, cause even you would think you were dumb. You say I'm a lier and you say things that are not true, just because you're miserable doesn't mean I have to be too. You want me to ***** up so bad and I don't understand why, maybe it's because you've made mistakes and I always catch you in a lie. You might not admit it because you rarely do, you haven't changed a bit your still the same you. No compromising or meeting me halfway, your so insecure with yourself but it's me that has to pay. You can right me a letter or tell me the same thing I heard it all before, Dont think I'm going to listen because I can't stand your b.s anymore. You want me to talk to you and when I do, you dont listen because it's not important to you. I bust my *ss to help you at work and what thanks do I get! One of these days your gonna realize there's things you're gonna regret. I dont do a **** thing wrong and yet it's me that gets the sh*t end of the stick, the way you are with me no wonder i'm always sick. My patience is wearing thin with you, to be honest I dont think I even love you. Your ways of thinking, your ego and your pride, so worried what others think so many times you've made me cry. You have no feelings towards me you're always putting me down, and you wonder to yourself why I wear a frown. I must get away from you and I must make it quik, because I can't stand you, you minipulating pr*ck.
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
Minipulater
If only you could hear yourself, they say denial is bad for your health. I'm ****** if I do and ****** if I don't, you can see for yourself but you wont. You're well aware of the things you do, on a  daily basis I'm hurt because of you. I'm told I embarrass  you as well as disgust and make you sick, there's much more go ahead and take your pick. Doing things for you I just don't do, laundry, trash and the rest must get done by you. No money in my pocket no place for me to go, stay inside all day and you still call me a *** Bullying me day by day makes my heart numb, wish you could hear yourself, cause even you would think you were dumb. You say I'm a lier and you say things that are not true, just because you're miserable doesn't mean I have to be too. You want me to ***** up so bad and I don't understand why, maybe it's because you've made mistakes and I always catch you in a lie. You might not admit it because you rarely do, you haven't changed a bit your still the same you. No compromising or meeting me halfway, your so insecure with yourself but it's me that has to pay. You can right me a letter or tell me the same thing I heard it all before, Dont think I'm going to listen because I can't stand your b.s anymore. You want me to talk to you and when I do, you dont listen because it's not important to you. I bust my *ss to help you at work and what thanks do I get! One of these days your gonna realize there's things you're gonna regret. I dont do a **** thing wrong and yet it's me that gets the sh*t end of the stick, the way you are with me no wonder i'm always sick. My patience is wearing thin with you, to be honest I dont think I even love you. Your ways of thinking, your ego and your pride, so worried what others think so many times you've made me cry. You have no feelings towards me you're always putting me down, and you wonder to yourself why I wear a frown. I must get away from you and I must make it quik, because I can't stand you, you minipulating pr*ck.
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