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[onixblackness]

I played the coffeeshop tonight for the last time here in Oklahoma. Good times.

I have a yearning to write an album. My demo should be done soon, but ive always wanted to write a story to the music, or vise versa.

11 days

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dungeons

[lepustwo]

Just when you thought it was simplistic, Im carving your heart out with rapidly fired off balistics, Thought forms on sloping hills with sharp thorns, That prick you just to stick through flesh and eat the energy, to test you. lest you fester through rested crews instead of getting a better veiw, Free form floating shapes are reborn in soaring states of mental complacency, your agency basicly just faced me and got shapelessly hated with Alchemy, ninjas getting faded under shade on the balcony. you have to be, Actively smashing backup drives for acting like backseaters. I blast heaters just for creepers to drop reefer on the spot. I am Lepus and your not. Talk to burning god and smell the hell inside yourself, top shelf pussy just pushed me and got bruce lee to scoop free fries out of oil. you can wind up like a coil and swing but sing whoops when you missed and got hooked, and now im stopping the book and robbing braincells like a crook.
and moving into soothing grim flows make your sinfull life like a window to fight with a pencil and stab the pad of paper, breath vapors and never cater to haters who flow like darth vader much later, swing light saber and get tracers from snorting erasers, Lepus killed your fate, and ate your past, my hand will split your whole entire face and body in half, Laugh and smoke the chalice, im bad, and curious like Alice, Traveling in the red queens palace.

Re: dungeons pt 2

[lepustwo]

Just when you thought it got complicated, the words that I stated just dissaparated like the country we invaded, the fist of iron, turned into jade and dispelled the magic book, we keep flippin pages on, and im gonna face the dawn, with a bracelett on, then I'll fake a yawn, place the pawn, upon the kings square, as I give ya my pimp stare. checkmate' the olds man breathed, as he cluthed on his heart and reached out for the key, breathed a dry breath that turned to wheeze, and fell limp from his chair and down on his knees, begging me to blaze his body, like I do trees. and so I rolled him up, called him Sticky McEarly, and smoked the human blunt, with a bitch named Shirly.
YEAUH