Monday, September 12, 2011

the line thats be four the line

you think your the shit ... and i hate myself for it


vanity step down pretty please



and oh how i wish i could throw myself down those steps again?

you had a contusion on your head the size of a half tennis ball ... ceramic tile tastes good dont it you swine

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but how could you take it out on such a small boy like that ... dont worry he just fell asleep while walking down them
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cruised to fix pozeish

oh ænd dont worry they're children safe scizzors ... so when he pokes that brusied bubble with the tips the rounded blades tempts and talks slice to be nice

...

yes breath nice . . .


just B.B.E.

with these soon world tendancies to rumor with doom . . . fuck managing cards and your dirty ass knees skinned from being a kid ... wheres the glaze when you cant see it

flirt with ones own frustrations

but understand which activations will be navigating your decisions .. because what we do is what we sew ♫♫ænd or have sown already...

it doesnt make scence ...

just B.B.E.


everything is happening all at once both sides of the coin ... control the coin dont bar your sellf up


witt them money lines that murder S 's!

NOT ONCE .. but fuckin TWICE!

fuck fukc sory fcuk...

too many numbers

ONE %ers the fuckin devil

okay so you saw one once what makes you think the bullshit you do?

good question.

we became sod once and now you think your god?

good question.

oh well have fun with your die-cot-oh-me-oh-my's






thautility belt







and little toys ...




lil bit o boaf boats





bananermechanical (de) vices

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