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death you are walkding godless death,
a condescending consicence is something that will ea itself frmo the inside out
and i am still talking for a reason?
slam your fist though whatever window youve been appreciating your sown fucking life through
i dont know what this is, i want answers and recovery
i have no memory so they gave me a name
it couldnt even live up to what i got
no i take that back , it couldnt even live up to the fragments ive lost, the sloppy seconds of a tired game a bad poet and somebody who is runnung around with y good will and doesnt even know what to do with it , im done game over for me and you and anyone youve ever screwed see you in hell cows , dont forgive me , dont spite me or stake me out i am not your equal or opponent nor am i even clise to better, because if this wokrs o;ut the way its supposed to i donteven sexist,
i never was good at doing what im supposed to
i was here from the dawn of it all before you could aciidentally slob our the words that ahve no grace no truth and no merit, so we are compensating by worshipping the mundane and forfeit.
i hope your mother got aroungto teling you that you wer in fact an accident
and not a happy one at that.;and imnot ging away
and in the sake of more taaaaaaaaaakling, i love being wrong, though i dont really take losing well. and fucking david blaine on cocaine could not make any of this serious
still curious i suppose
and completely, emphatic and gross it is still and always will be funny
i thought i was supposed to kill all words by now, i didnt realize how many of those fuckres were out there.
quit ruining my art
take my rep instead, i could give a fuck
a condescending consicence is something that will ea itself frmo the inside out
and i am still talking for a reason?
slam your fist though whatever window youve been appreciating your sown fucking life through
i dont know what this is, i want answers and recovery
i have no memory so they gave me a name
it couldnt even live up to what i got
no i take that back , it couldnt even live up to the fragments ive lost, the sloppy seconds of a tired game a bad poet and somebody who is runnung around with y good will and doesnt even know what to do with it , im done game over for me and you and anyone youve ever screwed see you in hell cows , dont forgive me , dont spite me or stake me out i am not your equal or opponent nor am i even clise to better, because if this wokrs o;ut the way its supposed to i donteven sexist,
i never was good at doing what im supposed to
i was here from the dawn of it all before you could aciidentally slob our the words that ahve no grace no truth and no merit, so we are compensating by worshipping the mundane and forfeit.
i hope your mother got aroungto teling you that you wer in fact an accident
and not a happy one at that.;and imnot ging away
and in the sake of more taaaaaaaaaakling, i love being wrong, though i dont really take losing well. and fucking david blaine on cocaine could not make any of this serious
still curious i suppose
and completely, emphatic and gross it is still and always will be funny
i thought i was supposed to kill all words by now, i didnt realize how many of those fuckres were out there.
quit ruining my art
take my rep instead, i could give a fuck