Was it for this my life i sought?

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  1. newradicalface

    newradicalface Banned

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    I can't spare a moment on the dog faced boy
    I won't lend another hand to the worm girl of Hanoi
    Don't deplete my oxygen for the guy who's turning blue
    But ask me, and I'll do anything for you
     
  2. rastapasta

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    Ester tried in vain, to pacify the mob.


    \/ cool thanks dude, i was never good with words \/
     
  3. newradicalface

    newradicalface Banned

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    ^Um it is tried in vain to pacify the mob but w/e dude

    Hey, Makisupa policeman
    Policeman came to my house
     
  4. Snyfin

    Snyfin surfing the astral plane

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    he did a solo on the oboe
    coulda sold a million then the villain went for dolo
    and cited creative differences
    basically they hated, he left no jaded witnesses
    rappers suck, when they spit i doubt em
    the crap they sing about, you'll wanna slap the fuckin shit out em
     
  5. newradicalface

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    If we could see the many waves
    that flow through clouds and sunken caves
    She'd sense at least the words that sought her
    on the wind and underwater
     
  6. nirmalamaya

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    Smoke my stash till it runs out
    Go to jail and get bonded out.
     
  7. newradicalface

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    Or sink just below all the churning and froth
    And swim to the light source or fly like a moth
    So toss away stuff you don't need in the end
    But keep what's important and know who's your friend
     
  8. EXAchilles

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    I find nothing fun in repeating old news,
    Unless I have met my mysterious muse,
    When I smell her near I know it's time to pounce,
    She grows on a tree and gets sold by the ounce.

    We spend our time together playing with fire,
    Until I get drowsy and need to retire,
    I carry her everywhere in a small pouch,
    And she makes me giggle and chill on the couch.
     

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