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do you think the three a.m. sky became jealous of us that night? do you suppose that this is the reason the constellations drifted a little closer? closer? closer still?
Though I run till my breaks hurt I have loved till I tasted dirt. And all of the embodiment of a 4’11 squirt. I have no reason to apologize for all of his lies.
Who am I? That's a loaded question. We are all dense individuals, filled like an overflowing dam with ideas, experiences and contexts.
Time. People. Dreams. Times change
Mr. Clock, why are you so mean? Every time I'm havin fun time flees, Yet every time I am unhappy you won't leave. Mr. Clock, your hands are evil, They control me in every way.
Now before you decrease judgment, Heres some words yo
Tick, tock, Trillions of thoughts race through in an instant.
With each stroke and drip of paint there is emotion ... There is a message By seducing the canvas with paint I am portraying some presage I want to be seen, I want to be heard I want people to think
Narrow is the mind now. Explore my views and focus, The Thinker I'll be.