Saturday, July 9, 2011

I'm a fucking fake fuck!

There isn't much more that I need to teach you
the lesson in over
now we're out to lunch.
Professors are Golden in the first semesters of course
then they start to fold and you find yourself cold and forever far gone
The meeting is cohesive and the material born of joy
the match up is imperfect
but wait that's perfect if I haven't forgot
my diary is read and ridden by my live ins
Me the Locust southern
I'm not remembering the world,
I do this to practice, I'm building my own kingdom and it consists of ...
There isn't much that  you want to know dear, the messin is isiisisisisidkems

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