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GoneGone, done never humming my way back home My shadow got up and walked off Now a barrel full of rum and still more to come Checked my back pocket and found my luck was all but done Chapped eyes and a head full of hopeGone
Fought the last breath for another ‘Never’ it said, no more Dancing on a fool’s hope, the thirst at my throat Sitting with my thumb out while sipping on my last stout The luck I never had as always ran out Done, done, whatever was is gone The gates never budged Bamboozled by hope’s silhouette at the bottle’s bed Sing a song ste
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epochIridescent thoughts are moments of release from inhibition the everlasting beast Revel in emotions of bliss the finale apperception gone amiss Voice’s gauntlet thrust into the air to descent into a sea of dust and despairepoch
Born to bear the pain of plight then to rear and so exacerbate the fight Immersed in an ocean of notions socialization imbued all with empty devotions Derma bound contained and restrained condemned to living the mundane
by *FluxingNation
SomehowBreathe nevermore something I wanted to buy at the store Not only that but a big can of shhhhhhhhhh To silence the blithering idiots watching the burning bush A box full of black holes to do away with a fist full of nation Obliteration of geographical manifestations Tear down the walls that confine us all in the ever-lasting mall Some call it a world but it’s truly an assorted collection of cubbyholes So many mouths but few opinions, because giving political head is most people’s dominion Alas my bullets are out of powder so just give me a bowl of friggin chowderSomehow
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ProofDowsed by the vineyard’s kiss, a moment’s clarity far from bliss Gazing with the third eye’s sight, wills me to tear free from the blightProof
I knew little and now less but know that there is no redress From plight but the final flight, a free ocean just out of sight Dreamers and believers sing and sigh for their conceptions and die In my silhouette I begin to comprehend that we are here to block the light of the sun till it’s descent
Delineation through the deduced has man reduced to redundancy
Edified by notion and emotions
Buy, feel, rub and tug, then write about it
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Man I mean, these cats looked mean, meaner than two fat mutha fuckers wresting over pork chops and greens, can ya digit?
~ Bullhorn in Black Dynamite (2009)
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Man I mean, these cats looked mean, meaner than two fat mutha fuckers wresting over pork chops and greens, can ya digit?
~ Bullhorn in Black Dynamite (2009)
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Man I mean, these cats looked mean, meaner than two fat mutha fuckers wresting over pork chops and greens, can ya digit?
~ Bullhorn in Black Dynamite (2009)
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Man I mean, these cats looked mean, meaner than two fat mutha fuckers wresting over pork chops and greens, can ya digit?
~ Bullhorn in Black Dynamite (2009)
whaddap!
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Man I mean, these cats looked mean, meaner than two fat mutha fuckers wresting over pork chops and greens, can ya digit?
~ Bullhorn in Black Dynamite (2009)
I'll shout you latr 2nite
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Man I mean, these cats looked mean, meaner than two fat mutha fuckers wresting over pork chops and greens, can ya digit?
~ Bullhorn in Black Dynamite (2009)
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