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Thursday, June 21, 2012


ugly as ever
draped in warm weather
growlin / howlin
at the yellow feather
probably high enough to be stoned threw september\
figure id remember to but some pep in my step,
or trigger
moments in the sun make me stop and recollect
in retrospect i was bigger in the slums
but that was all petty thefts
or peppered steps
intimatie moments,with straight blows to the
,im fed up and sped up on
steady slammin shots amongst the a
in my eyes exists
little bits of intimate
& memberships
that let me coexist with censorship
no limits....a hint to the paradox I'm in
I got gimmicks
figure Ill spit physics
quantum leap threw the mirrors
then end up with no
speaking words of wisdom

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