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heSaid :
"Now the blood don't go where
the mind used to flow/you know it's
so'cause I read it on the radio"
~~~
"You must have me mistaken
for someone who lives in your mind/
I was born in a funeral parlor...
Waynesboro,Virginia. So I too know
of the dead & where they go when they
are gone...they just get deader & deader,
never will come home" ~
(Sir)Ramsey Midwood,c.2002AD
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i lost alotta gulldurn words
todaytoday they all
ran'round me fcknbrainmind
being mo'n'more profounderly
art'full wit every
lappin'turn, then felloutfellaway
lost like yr best set[of]keys or
microWave o'ven.
.....o'motherdear
dead Momma why'do my boneydome
hollerskull
hold such
mushy matter sloppin'round like
somekinda slop on a slippering
slope, butthen'again
them killer fellers told unto
me that aye was the best-of-th'bunch
them ever hadda
ass
ass
inate.....nippin'tuckin'feintin
leftright updown,
eye
dodgered every fckn bullet'o theirs,
til wee all fell out laughin like
t'piss our pants, then i treated'em
each to them mocha'lattes,& as wee did
eXit,wee made arson burn th'Starbuckle's
down wit'out singeing a single barista nor
nary a hole lotta patrons either.
everyday is a gloryday when brainhead
mashes slosh'sloppy oozin outta ori'faces
n'shit,like runnyshit like t'run'way, run
all shining in tha'bighappy SunnyShine...
yup, g'odd did senda 'me' t'this Sunshiney
State to live[&/or]Die, butt g'odd ne'er
did tell I which or why...but having deadly
died lucky-13yrsAgo,it'll all bcum prefec'ly
clear
in no'time at all.....
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the mind used to flow/you know it's
so'cause I read it on the radio"
~~~
"You must have me mistaken
for someone who lives in your mind/
I was born in a funeral parlor...
Waynesboro,Virginia. So I too know
of the dead & where they go when they
are gone...they just get deader & deader,
never will come home" ~
(Sir)Ramsey Midwood,c.2002AD
-----------------------------------------
i lost alotta gulldurn words
todaytoday they all
ran'round me fcknbrainmind
being mo'n'more profounderly
art'full wit every
lappin'turn, then felloutfellaway
lost like yr best set[of]keys or
microWave o'ven.
.....o'motherdear
dead Momma why'do my boneydome
hollerskull
hold such
mushy matter sloppin'round like
somekinda slop on a slippering
slope, butthen'again
them killer fellers told unto
me that aye was the best-of-th'bunch
them ever hadda
ass
ass
inate.....nippin'tuckin'feintin
leftright updown,
eye
dodgered every fckn bullet'o theirs,
til wee all fell out laughin like
t'piss our pants, then i treated'em
each to them mocha'lattes,& as wee did
eXit,wee made arson burn th'Starbuckle's
down wit'out singeing a single barista nor
nary a hole lotta patrons either.
everyday is a gloryday when brainhead
mashes slosh'sloppy oozin outta ori'faces
n'shit,like runnyshit like t'run'way, run
all shining in tha'bighappy SunnyShine...
yup, g'odd did senda 'me' t'this Sunshiney
State to live[&/or]Die, butt g'odd ne'er
did tell I which or why...but having deadly
died lucky-13yrsAgo,it'll all bcum prefec'ly
clear
in no'time at all.....
XXXXXXXdkzk2013XXXXXXXdkzkFotoesXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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