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The User…

Okay so I’ve been driving around for the past 2 Hours with this in my brain:

CRACKED out of my mind I feel you, thru the pains from these “lines of dreams” I’m seeing you, my methods methodic so filled with COKE it’s ironic…I smile…my smile is so “GAY” from the way I feel from being so REAL. It’s my wonder then of wonders why I can’t keep from under…my DREAMS…My mind so filled with dreams of things defined, sure I’ll puff it and may I take a…DIME…I NEED it man!!!, that can of “PINE” i feel it man!!!..While I’m sippin down 35 I’m SEEIN-MAN…blurred eyes I’m slippin out into lines..so yellow and unkind on top of the world feeling
FiNE: I’m SOOO YOUNG, RICH & HIGH…Is it the liquor or my mind, I’ll have to find the …ANSWER…While I’m wondering if these “WORDS WILL RYHME?”, fuck it though I’m sayin as I blaze a little Haitian with this chick & her “menstrations” face filled with the relations of her mouth and my dick, facin…THE SUN…”Poppin Pills” for thrills did she ever think it’d kill…THE BABY…So lady will you ever think that maybe if you stopped with all the hating that your hooking would turn to dating and maybe oh just maybe you’d find a father for that baby??…DAMN…So you see it’s simple man, how I started with a plan using “DRUGS” I drugged YOU MAN with the chance to understand…MY MIND…

 

You see i think that most people have “Blogs” on here to talk about OTHER THINGS or OTHER PEOPLE, there are A LOT of people on here who use this as a way of income, I on the other hand do this because I truly believe that something I say will help someone else and because I think that some of the stories I come up with are “entertaining”, so in case you do happen to read my writings understand that even though I may not ever read what I’ve written, I do know when I’m repeating myself in certain areas, do *note* that I know that I do it on purpose to get you to FEEL my fucking words, I want you to say my words in your head, could be because I think it’s the only way that you could ever really understand what I’m saying. Which is why anyone I meet comes to know that I am really just a person trying to be a person to everyone else in this world and while it may seem simple, stupid or fake to some people, I don’t think that I could go a day on this earth without meeting someone new…So I guess in the end that does make me “The User”, because I USE every moment of EVERYDAY to meet or do something new and happily I must confess that I am truly ADDICTED to doing it everyday.

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