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Along the road.. the next step to every evolutionary phase has always been a single bastard with a mission

I’ll now assume me constants constant and lay them down just to lay with them or nothing at all. Cases. Old stakes infact. Some to spike chantless fears off your dead grandmother’s spear but still you’ll yield every now and again to rage off demons yet to become

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This life — only you are accountable no matter how much of an asshole you’ll prove to become, guaranteed.. nothing ever stays the same. The idea is to try as fairly as heeded to keep at pace or drop out already

Chargers only

Spears don’t shoot, you see.. and knowing your limitations as it is can and will always be a cardinal factor in understanding why it is certain things around you fall into the joint places that they ultimately did

I for one value privacy and see no reason to round about it. I swear. I’ve since said all that’s been called out then got on a jaj or sumthn to get away or say, prove points to strangers

Hilarious as this sounds,¬†letting go of focussed living can never be the option to it.. in this game, again ..you get quit, you don’t. What you people don’t seem to gather.. one simply cannot walk by you. They’d try but look at these folks. They’d ride along my ambitions to exhaustion and still couldn’t race this parallel me to anything ever again

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The thing about pictures.. one can never be too honest. At some point you’ll have to wonder to yourself if that’s all the portrait was meant to mean anyway.

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If you took a thought to spare.. somehow you’d know to duck when and say if a bullet went off. That further so.. art and poetry alike are about those too honestly speaking.. creating.. narrating.. call it what you may — just drive me home after. I’ve always been presumptuous when it came to matters at hand. My one rule was spare a while only when I could and that for some reason turned me into a Charlie Sheen. Originally Dr Cooper, and before that; a one Christopher Jane. Yeah.. you heard me. But now I just think I’m the cleverman. Making ends meet. Selling lifestyles. Stripping Truths bare, if you nahmean.

See..

I understand life
I understand pain
I now know why none of that matters and why we all should follow our own path to destruction

I should be on T.V

Figures

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The idea behind price is that we’re all worth something
The bitter truth behind that further is, not all of us are equal — if only George Orwell were here

I have me notes here and the one recurring thought in my dump of a mind simply spells Arucohol (Mike’s idea)

Perhaps now I could finally taste me that walker blue.. or something alike.. I’m thinking nonsense here.. I bet thats your business still … cause me and the world are just stories happening around you.. who could blame you? The mere fact that you care enough to have me in your kind blistered heart rather loudly spells “reality” to me and to whoever is listening

Who wouldn’t want that?

About days

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I can name you three hundred things I bet no one notices about this photo at first glance. It’s not the art, I swear. Perhaps the geometry to it — the calming and yet humbled face of the child in the bottom right quadrant whom I assure you is much a pain than hungry hungry Allan Baldwings off whatever movie commercial I just made.

Take a moment to reflect if like me you’ve wasted a greater part of your life in the joyously enchanting phase we’ve grown to name teenage-hood — toying about with decommissioned trucks and firearms.

And again if you’re keen enough you’ll notice the bullet hole just above and right of the child’s head in the photograph.

I don’t suppose I’m allowed to pen more of this.