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i got inspired to write this evening as i watched the meadow larks coast along the setting sun.
ya'll know i be just kidding.
i was tripping balls, assholes! no one fucking understands...and I rather like it that way you see. We are those that thrive off not knowing ourselves, and you know it, and she knows it, and he wants to deny it...but my children, i have to confess, i too have a soul thats been broken...and bended. But who really gives? We've all been there.
its actually just like my brotha tupac says, "i love finger fucking you"
im out...let me know what you think, and we can groove on some of that herbal shit.
---pasta
ya'll know i be just kidding.
i was tripping balls, assholes! no one fucking understands...and I rather like it that way you see. We are those that thrive off not knowing ourselves, and you know it, and she knows it, and he wants to deny it...but my children, i have to confess, i too have a soul thats been broken...and bended. But who really gives? We've all been there.
its actually just like my brotha tupac says, "i love finger fucking you"
im out...let me know what you think, and we can groove on some of that herbal shit.
---pasta