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ZomaKingOne
19/Female/Belize
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Last Visit: 35 weeks ago
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"alberto the monkey"
tapping on the pastries and singing to the ladies it was lenghty and lengthy and the prisoner was waiting and i forgot the meaning but i retained the feeling and i saw that leaving i watched it leaving but it was so hard to focus but i stared out into time and space to recognize the beating to understand the seemingly scary silence, was it all a dream the way it was and the way it is will always be two completely different things, the way i remember and the way it looks
"assalim"
peringer
swear untie bend
olivia olivia arent you olivia, steel arrow, blackend metal , tickle temper forged in tempo
sing with the world sing with the life sing with the token you take your time undo the bread from under the bed to be in the sacred
stained again blocked out from the rest it was a blessed occasion
"race the race"
killing the agent cancer agent the swing soft surplus of the sangreen testimony i fought the red beat and the sinking sweat of the redball i bounced up and down the staircase and flew my paper airplanes over the landscape i see the rain fall and the test to all that it was just a queer statement i say wow thanks for the seeds i make green again you cant stop me from bringing this back up i take time to turn them all to sow them all back to my head the magical forrest of grace and death love is what its called so pick up the ball and take a walk i dont see the truth in the danger you think i spit this out for the sake of it well enough about the patience i eagerly take with anxious lasions you push me back and i leap forward dont think for a minute i have no thanks im thaknful i am i swear.. ah i dont believe me either so much for the ether you dont understand this is pride this is ego this is pain this is life this is happiness this is a split second in an aftermath of a life that burned away eons ago and the one part i missed was where i died dont you know? i died in 83 approximately 4 years before i was born when i agreed to follw him hear to the earth and now i will spend my whole life going back
"visit me in nowhere"
careful to breathe, i am begging you, listen to the warning
look up to the left come on im begging you
give out loud give out loud
seperate and listen
you take it to the landslide
take me to the landslide take me to the landslide take me to the landslide
sign the wave
i am begging you
"wild tide"
did i forget to wake you up
was it more than tides and talks of sand
and if i know its going in the wrong direction i promise not to stop it, ill leap ahead.
when i know i could turn around ill cancel thinking rationally and run as fast as i can in the worst possible path to the glory of the past
tin and clock western drop, the trap door was braced by a cement block
"reminder to myself"
absorbing the reflecting the words see them they see like you think read the love love love love love love love open the door i open i i see i i take i i feel i remove i see whole feel whole think whole understand understand lee more less more judgment is one thing no pain pain focus clash two fish swimming on opposite directions two children watching life from the back porch of your mind they watch the life breathe throu your subconscious save this in a way
"seemingly"
stand up and turn around dont watch me dont watch me
sit down or lay down you can stop me you can stop me
begging for indifference , yerning turns to a pulse in my hand
grab the soil and squeeze it in your hand. listen to the leaves you step on you owe them that, touch the water touch the scenery and touch the stones and pick the flower from its stem
as for the scraps there are so many i havent uploaded andthey been evolving and getting better.... i dont have time.. i shouldnt be on here. i dont have time... i dont have any more time
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