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Monday, 18 November 2013

...Tick Tock Clock...

Time tone tick tock alone to the bone on the phone to nobody no buddy no fuzzy feeling of somebody but a chilling mind of kind and sublime virtues and words of thoughts combined in to rhyming lines of memories and fantasies catastrophes and symphonies dictating love and hate - pain and fate a clean slate of innocent gates walk through a few and find yourself looking back at a pack of hungry jealous fuckers who want what you have attack and fight alight the heart inside that was dead before lean down to the floor and charge fist first in to hell with bells on attracting every sinful bastards ears to distill fear that you're on your way to dish out justice to ignorant shits that fill our lives and hearts full of darkness. Be one with yourself and trust in you don't believe what the haters say or do cos they'll all perish whilst you rise from the ashes with wings and brilliant splashes of colour mashes and eyes of fire to light up the darkness surrounding the world - don't give up - get up stand up don't give a fuck and when all seems lost raise that middle finger and salute your haters in a respectful fuck you to the face! The end. *sigh*


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