A new DAYITS TIME TO BREAK THE SILENCE!
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polyphonic proseHer Skins Deep And I'm Slightly Superficial as it goes, my intentions arepolyphonic prose
Different from the Initial And my Knowledge is Artificial But I know enough to say her Presence is Beneficial. She's different from once known, only I can utter I miss you.
Boo Hoo, someone hand him a tissue. Vaguely Important Issue. An Imaginary Muse he Attempts to Pursue She'll probably just hurt you a Hearse I'll buy you, When She crushes your soul and your back in the company of I, dude.
Only ask Why, dude. Why do you Try, Dude. Sad Love songs that just make cry, Dude
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love hateI love mornings. Thats a lie, I love to hate em' maybe because I enjoy debating about meaningless situations But really I love mornings thats a lie, I love to hate em'love hate
Love yawning, Hate waking and making decisions on whether to wake up or roll over. Caught in a state of semi slumber when scanning my eyes over to the numbers on clock.
Attempting to block the repetitive screaming of my alarm, carelessly
waving my left arm. Looking for screams so I can snuff it out.
Gleams from the sun are hidden by London clou
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I guess I'm on my own questHad a dream, that i couldn't dream. Chained at my seams, still flyI guess I'm on my own quest
but I couldn't like an eagle on a leash Now my mind has a saber and its attacking me theres no one in the room so I massacred my sheets.
This make believe, has me talking in my sleep but strangely enough, only a few words would repeat
If my mind cant rest. I guess I'm on my own quest. If my mind cant rest. I guess I'm on my own quest
If my mind cant rest. I guess I'm on my own quest
If my mind cant rest.
Must be asleep then, because I can hear these monsters but I cannot see them.
by ~verbalarcade
entrepreneurHe's a Skateboarder Always on the grind fell out with the lumberjacks so his papers on declineentrepreneur
Trying to get his money up Now he's a hustler see what he can rustle up caught him in the market selling smells to a skunk
Set up his own garden so he could grew some magic beans then he went and traded em with some English from the queen.
Now he's a got a donkey Perfectly fine but he's legs kinda wonky not bowlegged just heavy headed
kinda lopsided but he's still gonna sell it.
Gold in his pocket Bread
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- Current Residence: london
- Interests: potry and art
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo Wii
- Personal Quote: Silent moments speak louder then words
- Tools of the Trade: pen and paper
- Email: Frostfury@hotmail.co.uk
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