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It's that wall between you and the world Where you are— That sets you apart; The star of your own show Covered in sawdust, —an unpolished tryphophobe, Hyperboles and hyperbolic chokeholds on the shows you love, the clothes you used to own; A phone in airplane mode, No knowing what the code is, Lol don't tell God you're bored in New York Oh wow WOW W0000W. Don't tell God you're bored at all. INFINITI I'm not amused. SUPCREE I know, right. SUNNI BLŪ fuck,

It's that wall between you and the world Where you are— That sets you apart; The star of your own show Covered in sawdust, —an unpolished tryphophobe, Hyperboles and hyperbolic chokeholds on the shows you love, the clothes you used to own; A phone in airplane mode, No knowing what the code is, Lol don't tell God you're bored in New York Oh wow WOW W0000W. Don't tell God you're bored at all. INFINITI I'm not amused. SUPCREE I know, right. SUNNI BLŪ fuck,

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Agatha… A far cry, out into the distance–a wind, almost a whisper; A lover, long gone and almost since forgotten, unseen since the very dawn of time and first ever glimpse of light– …We Meet Again. FUCK. WHAT IS THIS. I know, man. FUCK. Fuck. Well, are you gonna tell this story or not? This isn't possible. It is possible. This isn't happening. – This dude has a radio tower in his front yard. That's his front yard?! I fucking guess

I don't need it to last; I just want it– I want it so bad, In my mind, And my hands are just throbbing My heartbeat, the hearthrob Red, red, robin Sang the very last song; Now it's all over Just another sad, sob story Just another one, No worries Supper, Super Vegan Salad, Naan and Hummus, Minestrone Don't you wanna know why Equinox? Because, I'm horny As the clock struck one, I woke again with hunger, not for money “I just wanted you to come” “I just

To think, It was all just an awful game, to make you write more songs— And in the end, if you don't make the cut They just make you kill yourself, anyway. Love isn't real, but money is; And all men want is money, So they can buy the love— And all women want is love— But it has to come with money Or it all just falls apart It all just falls apart It all just falls apart “Illuminatus”, Open, close Illuminaudio, for starters Cross a crucifix for sons, and

I had one slice of red velvet cake, one slice of cheesecake—which of course only reminded me of Sonny Moore—the decadent, delicious red velvet—and Dillon Francis—the spiced and ecclectic trademark carrot cake—if only not to sooty the pain of joe much I wanted both of them, but probably didn't need them—how I craved them so, but they probably weren't good for me, nor would they last— —but they would both be delicious, anyhow. The seagull said

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Welcome to The Weekend Show with Mediumjay! Today I discuss the walk back companies are doing for pride month after the bud light controversies as well as I also discuss police obtaining more and more military equipment and tactics and what it means for black men across North America. https://youtu.be/BubLPOcr2ZU Linktree.com/cashleaders

M4MXS III: ‘complications.' IV - [P Ï Z Z Δ. ] I am in love with you– Oh no! Not again! What will we do about this? I'm afraid– Don't be afraid… There's nothing left to do, sire. This is disastrous… We must let the romance run its course. “Self Fulfilling Prophecies” C'esme't! –You've brough a friend... Your Majesty– Who's this? My sage. Ah, I see. An honor, your highness –Not my

I can't fall for this again— Another rich and handsome man— A dream he wants to be my friend A dream he wants to hold my hand Oh look, Another dance for anthem Look, I'm just another fan No, I can't fall for this again —but they would go against the plan A simple programming error, Lips the color of a pomagranite Circle on the palm, And then , of course, We press the center And look, here we are again Another life, Another love A new wife— Another husband

I just want to have sex with you. At this point, I don't want anything else— but know this, even the most simple, natural, animalistic thing is unattainable— I'm not even successful enough to know you— Or beautiful enough— Or rich enough— Or whatever it is that gets to sit in that seat next to you— I'm not enough. So whatever it is— Whatever energy won't leave my body— The racing and obsessive thoughts about you— The

AN EXPERIMENT WITH LIVES Date: June 21, 1981, Sunday, Late City Final Edition Section 7; Page 9, Column 1; Book Review Desk Byline: By H. JACK GEIGER; H. Jack Geiger, M.D., is Logan Professor of Community Medicine, School of Biomedical Education, City College, City University of New York. Lead: BAD BLOOD The Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment. By James H. Jones. Illustrated. 272 pp. New York: The Free Press. $14.95. ''BAD BLOOD'' is the anatomy of a long nightmare - a particularly American episode

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I hate country music You know why? You all sound like slave owners. Yup. Country music just sounds racist, Well, it is racist. Even that shit was stolen— Country music is derived from the songs slaveowners used to steal from their slaves x Yes. I'm a sovereign submissive, A subtle subordinate Look at wrist Warm winds, SZA First stop, AH, fuck— Well, check this out No such thing as free. No such thing as freedom, either “Just take what you

Is it ironic To eat your Whole foods Hot lunch At starbucks– While your phone charges, Watch the homeless bums get kicked out; But not you– You're undercover You're the one let, Just a shelter dog at central par, No lost; Just not gone, And not God, yet Just not God, yet Not God yet (But God to someone, prob'ly– I promise.) So what? In the longrun, We're all God – Then all GOdless Suddenly, but Not sudden All you are Is All Gone Again {Enter The

When I first watched the coffee run- deadmau5 was just deadmau5 Deadmau5 is still just deadmau5 Keep telling yourself that. So what's the plan here. There's a plan. Haha. Very funny. I thought so. Where am I taking this thing? Just keep driving. “Just keep driving.” Don't act like you're not enjoying it. I really am— “Mad as Rabbits” Professor Pancakes! Yes. What have you done to this portal. Hehehe. >< Who are these

It's weird shopping for sex toys to Miley Cyrus in one ear and deadmau5 in the other. I don't know how to feel I definitely don't feel okay. I'm not okay. Where the fuck is sunni? I don't know Well, call him. Phone rings Uh—hello. Where are you?! I'm doing meth in your bathroom. Oh, come on. [toilet flushes] sunni appears from inside the bathroom I'm just kidding. What the fuck, man— It's just coke. —Of course. You want some?

It's him again. Oh, it's you again. Yeah. And I wore long socks just so you could suck my dick in them! Woah! Below the belt. Hold up! What! If I ever sucked your dick I'd roll those ugly motherfuckera right off, you weird sonofabitch. Mixes for my exes -Complications. The ‘-complications.' mixtape compilation series which focuses its internal monologue on the ideology of exploratory existentialism, using simple and classic mixing techniques into smooth transitions which