thought's, do we need more, less or what? these days seem like big head's trying to get dick heads, from time it tells us that our ego's float us, but its the fence that decide when it need to be broke, only for it to build again.... that sound wrong or is my process just not pure anymore? cause I love myself too much to not bring my powder out and start switching scripts..
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creation just keeps coming and coming. i'm a race inside but on the out i'm just myself. paint with the pen, better just make it wetter, cause it heals, just keep the motion knowing find fucking trinkets just crossing my lines. I wonder what's in the earth now, cause rather face a shovel on a rainy day, then dig and dig till those four thousand fibers got crossed, till we found a shitty link.
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creation just keeps coming and coming. i'm a race inside but on the out i'm just myself. paint with the pen, better just make it wetter, cause it heals, just keep the motion knowing find fucking trinkets just crossing my lines. I wonder what's in the earth now, cause rather face a shovel on a rainy day, then dig and dig till those four thousand fibers got crossed, till we found a shitty link.
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