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01-17-04, 06:16 PM
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Career: Microsoft Painter
IP:
We're all born ordinary, although miss verity called commentary Yea it's a God complex, when he found Moses caught courting Mary Short stories ended, but just as they did life sentences started tentative laughing replacing points of view, tension is pardoned We evolve in non norm shadows, working in search of false profits translated body language when being made to make forced comments Here in shoes that are too big and my inner child is a man stuck my mirror image is that of one that'll bring me 7 years of bad luck Put my hands up, as I give up, that's the only giving I'll give it's just the way that life's testing me for this D, missing a kin Piston of sin, spinning, condition- 3rd eye vision crimson tinted beaten within an inch of life, but life and death is within inches Coherent to this whole purpose appearance of above-board existence but why live for the moment, if every moment is done in fear of? I'd rather peel off from routine dawn breakers and sunrise wakers so I can harbor a voice of my own and become my very own hater I'd be mad at myself for being a product of such a foreign path from A to B like the blueprint was a dot-to-dot, the common graft Anyone would take-over from a price tag, how do you value yourself? all that glitters is not Gold, its not how you tower your wealth! Because the power was dealt, I have bad hands, no grip on reality I drop knowledge, I can't hold my sanity it's shown systematically So as I sit and bleed my heart my two cents are worth chicken feed people catch their Z's from me, no-one cares, it's a given, see?! People think they see how the pigeons see, prospect high and mighty What a load of non-sense, it'll go up in the incense of fire lighting Empire tyrants pilot this plain sailing, they're trained Damiens was it even a contest playing preying to these war game assailants?! I'm poor and staying it, wasting this [space] and state of living showing this obsolete feat that paced my prison, grace decisions Only to haste positions I'm in, it's a case of chasing the wind as the anxiety begins, my high spirits are in that case for the gin Face is the twin of a distoreted image that landed on Picasso's canvas And I guess that's it..standard! As a matter of fact! Last edited by N-Demik : 01-17-04 at 06:19 PM. |
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