sand...whats with that fag poetry shit.
wheres the battle raps...cmon man.

a mind is a gaze into yesterdays beginnings.
watch time as it plays a gamblers winnings.
endlessly swimming hault to wait here stop.
i swim in emotion for oceans were gods teardrops.
fear not the clear dock set sale into merchandise.
and look for love so long it starts to hurt your eyes.
absurd the lies the disturbed will try without remorse.
roll a merchants dice to the curb and trice but what for.
fuck more solidly i ask of the unamed and still whore.
i beg of william to destroy subliminal billboards.
kill sores to possess a deeper pain shrink the rain.
until it sings with strain believe the gain so profane.
how could goodtimes be the cause for so much pain.
doesnt make sense at least no to me. so why win.
and as i sleep at night i am filled with glee. knowing that


ryan is smiling.........
because the lips are his......



...look what goes on inside my head...

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