Flat
You dont get it.
This is a Ford country.
We hang all naysayers
by the gallows.
So False prophets
of Chevy and GMC
Lest those words no
longer purse your lips.
Or face being purged from the land.
Go, Play.
As I look into myself
in the mirror
madness becoming madness
The dark shade on my upper lip
reveals my penchant for hate and malice
(And underneath these razor sharp teeth
of the most vicious shark
which leave many torn from
mind and self)
lays the dark line along my jaw
an indication of anger and dissapointment.
but tonight i shan't be late
I must be on my way
Conquer and Praise.
May I speak to you, in private?
An unprovoked reaction
Im deconstructing my ullnar
little by little
piece by time.
fix me.
Super drunk, and hanging out with friends is sweeet. Having it be a really nice night out, with a nice breeze, and starry skies is cooler mang. Tony Boseo has a righteous pad.
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