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Show moreViolettes are Silver, the boys got the blue, how am I happy for you?
Show morewith all of you that joined my myspace none of you converse with me I'm not too sure why I've been told have a guard now I know I'm a difficult person to approach and with the King Scepter that may be done. I have guards that are difficult for me to see. I do not know boundries too well. There is pain in me, of a heart that flutters away. Altho my heart feels as the tide going in and out. People are scared of me, for whatever neutral feelings may incur. Altho I may try to converse, I do fear another one finding me unapproachable. This happens constantly, I have some invisible guard that I cannot even get passed. This is a worry of mine. A much needed war in Vietnam. To weed out the competitors. With whatever grave is given. It is taken in silence with an unsettling appetite. That settles as a peace pipe in the plumbing of the mechanics of life. Altho my writing is superior, it takes a women to re write and understand it. Mathmatics is done with a calculator, to compress work thay already has been done. Now, we as people ate to be doomed to our past and to eat again we must. This is why weremember history, so we may repeat Iit in a better dress or fashion. Now I'm thinking od dresses, salads and toping. Why it's a must Rece's events a salad dressing and perhaps some line of clothing. The flowers, plants demand of it. In do time people you will learn to mock with skill of complection. White to me is peeling of a yellow peel, to leave the sugary essence of a peanut butter and banana paste. Perhaps Rece's Alphabet pieces would make a better rank to be Shady Records Top Hat And Cane. O that sugar north pole cries to me dispersed on christmas tree's on so many perspectives of the South Pole rising to Northen Rebel wit. Along way from home I was on Sun Tea day. The placement of monuments and ideal spirits brings the South back to Maine. All the way down the coaster and the shutters. Brings this bible back to the heart of the belt. A better whipping.
Show moreYo... talk man.. r u alive?
Show moreRats surround one with death. They'll still be crawling through my coffin linen. Even tho my request was to be creamated into cover up. ;) it never goes how we plan. Drink up, there whine is your given blood of wine from a goblet.
Show moreO do I want to do this Adele? To erase her from memory? Your love as mine will go on. No matter where we are. I could smoke tobacco, and never see the strife of ole Shady Lane. The projects there to have a legal Mary again. I saw those cocaine hard drug using goverment officials come to Shady Lane with there agenda. I watched then wrote and out of sight, in my hand. Old ghouls possessed even out of there innocent control. I left them be and kept silent about the making of Mary and her returning with a legal more legit citizenship. You see we act in more of keeping our mouth shut about intentions. Blemishes should be overlooked, as President Bush was high on that gree gang green most of the time of his presidency. To me if someone brings up cocaine. There talking about 12 dead dealers under my barn. Possible snitches. Now these 12 dead eggs were anti pot. Do you eat rotten eggs and bring them wholesome into your home of ideas? Some people do and most skinners are on the tongue of the wicked. So thank you media for keeping the real books clean. Not media mesmerizing and hypnotic electrical impulses that keep us stationery and as a mannequin to display.
Show moreHere, here, ever bite the ear to hear dinner?
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Show moreThe fools they can't even spit whatI sputter.
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Show morethe thoughts that come to me are rapid extinguishing thoughts are all psychiatrists spit at me I do not think or remember knights with four post. Showing the world direction upon crucifixes. To concentrate on one direction is folly for the sick mans hands and feet that brought him to hang high and to show that limp body brings a multitude of impotent, flat bread and the wine is for the feast and celebration of the victory of the Roman Catholics to see there enemies fill there everlasting blood goblet. For this is the Holy Grail. Now drink of it and give everlasting blood spill that transmutes into wine. For the sake of the covenant!
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