I'm better than you, she's better than him, your thoughts are just opinion, so stop acting like it's law, quit stroking your ego, quit masturbating your friends, I think it's freaking stupid, a crutch, a bench, taking a seat because you can't stand on your own, group mentality, weakness down to the bone, grow a spine and stand alone, to me your opinion means shit, I don't know you and it ant' going to be fixed, pissing contest, show and tell, I really don't give a fuck you can go to hell. Half life, virtual reality, ego boosting shit brain mentality, better then this, better then that, you don't know me, so go blow a cat.
Wings of gold in the sky the reflections of my own eyes, empty orbs of remembrance, years gone by in decadence, but my childhood shadow, as time turns you can't follow, reflections of birds and the sun bring me back to when I was young, a light so bright in the dead of night, forging wings of numbness that are now in flight, how far will the wings carry me, life is pain as they say so sorrowfully, carry me to past reflections of the dawn at the youngest age where our eyes are pawned not lost, taken for experience life's price for inheritance, price of the mind price of the soul, as we take a breath a price is drawn, oxidizing dematerialize to the soul, innocence is not lost but simply the price we all owe.
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Haha! This is great.
Made me laugh for a solid five minutes. :)
:D I'm glad you liked it, coming from an intelligent person that likes Oscar's work that gave me a smile!
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-Snickers- That's because you need gropes not grapes. ;)
I think you're on to something Miss Rose.
Hehe, I wonder who will help me with that.
Hmmm ;3
Trends, bends, hairstyles and split ends, how oh my will you make amends, you are the new mullet so full of pride, why can't you see that you're the skid stain on every humans mind. Minds of independence so few and rare, oh wait, let me do up my hair, wave it in my face, shake your booty in my face, but the skid stain is still there.
While you sleep I shall shave off your hair, and if you do stir I shall run, because I don't want to go to jail for murder 1, but please dear skid mark I must digress, your fashion style is not music so give it a rest.
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