THIS IS THE REMIX TRICKS
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WELCOME TO THE REMIX. MY NAME IS AB, SOME OF YOU MAY HAVE READ SOME OF MY CRUDE COMMENTS ON THIS VERY LIVE JOURNAL BEFORE BUT NOW IM GREATER THAN JUST THE COMMENTS, IM ABOVE IT.
BUT REALLY THE TRUE PURPOSE OF LASTSTARFALLING LETTING ME USE HER LIVE JOURNAL ON THIS THE 5TH DAY OF MAY IS TO DISPLAY A POEM I WROTE, FOR MY POETRY TEACHER HAS MADE IT A REQUIREMENT TO DISPLAY A POEM WHERE MANY PEOPLE CAN SEE IT, AND OTHER STUDENTS THOUGHT OF CRAIG'S LIST WHILE I TURNED TO THE USER-EXPANDING LIVE JOURNAL. PLEASE READ WITH AN OPEN MIND, AND MAY GOD GRACE YOUR FOOTSTEPS:
UNTITLED
I TRIED TO RUN BUT HE CUT MY LEG, HE
CARRIED ME TO HIS CELLAR, DEEP, DARK AND AWAY
WHAT HAPPENED NEXT IS TO HARD OT SAY,
WITH GREAT STRENGTH HE LIFTED ME UP AND AWAY,
THEN DOWN AND MY BACK, PIERCED BY A HOOK,
CAUGHT UP IN THE SHADOWS, HAD NOT BUT A LOOK,
I SAW HIS LAIR, HE WALKED AWAY, ONLY TO
RETURN, WITH HELL TO PAY;
THE SALT IN HIS HAND MADE CONTACT WITH
MY LEF, THE FEELING BURNED BUT MY LIFE HE GAVE,
BUT WHY? FOR WHAT
NOW BUT TO HANG AND WAIT... I LIVE TODAY TO
DIE ANOTHER DAY, WHAT HORROR
I ENDURED NOW BURNED IN MY MIND,
ALL I WANTED WAS VENGEANCE... BUT NOT TODAY.
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CAN YOU GUESS WHAT THIS SICK POEM IS BASED ON? CAN YOU GUESS WHAT MY FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE IS? ILL TELL YOU IF YOU MAKE YOU'RE GUESS BY COMMENTING; HAVE A NICE DAY...
" THE NEGRO REVOLUTION IS CONTROLLED BY FOXY WHITE LIBERALS, BY THE GOVERNMENT ITSELF. BUT THE BLACK REVOLUTION IS CONTROLLED ONLY BY GOD."
-MALCOLM X, DECEMBER 1, 1963, NEW YORK CITY
BUT REALLY THE TRUE PURPOSE OF LASTSTARFALLING LETTING ME USE HER LIVE JOURNAL ON THIS THE 5TH DAY OF MAY IS TO DISPLAY A POEM I WROTE, FOR MY POETRY TEACHER HAS MADE IT A REQUIREMENT TO DISPLAY A POEM WHERE MANY PEOPLE CAN SEE IT, AND OTHER STUDENTS THOUGHT OF CRAIG'S LIST WHILE I TURNED TO THE USER-EXPANDING LIVE JOURNAL. PLEASE READ WITH AN OPEN MIND, AND MAY GOD GRACE YOUR FOOTSTEPS:
UNTITLED
I TRIED TO RUN BUT HE CUT MY LEG, HE
CARRIED ME TO HIS CELLAR, DEEP, DARK AND AWAY
WHAT HAPPENED NEXT IS TO HARD OT SAY,
WITH GREAT STRENGTH HE LIFTED ME UP AND AWAY,
THEN DOWN AND MY BACK, PIERCED BY A HOOK,
CAUGHT UP IN THE SHADOWS, HAD NOT BUT A LOOK,
I SAW HIS LAIR, HE WALKED AWAY, ONLY TO
RETURN, WITH HELL TO PAY;
THE SALT IN HIS HAND MADE CONTACT WITH
MY LEF, THE FEELING BURNED BUT MY LIFE HE GAVE,
BUT WHY? FOR WHAT
NOW BUT TO HANG AND WAIT... I LIVE TODAY TO
DIE ANOTHER DAY, WHAT HORROR
I ENDURED NOW BURNED IN MY MIND,
ALL I WANTED WAS VENGEANCE... BUT NOT TODAY.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
CAN YOU GUESS WHAT THIS SICK POEM IS BASED ON? CAN YOU GUESS WHAT MY FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE IS? ILL TELL YOU IF YOU MAKE YOU'RE GUESS BY COMMENTING; HAVE A NICE DAY...
" THE NEGRO REVOLUTION IS CONTROLLED BY FOXY WHITE LIBERALS, BY THE GOVERNMENT ITSELF. BUT THE BLACK REVOLUTION IS CONTROLLED ONLY BY GOD."
-MALCOLM X, DECEMBER 1, 1963, NEW YORK CITY