jack links
maybe you can cast or shed a little lumination
on the matter mucking up my mental robbed the train of thought
for nothing more than dust and half finished sentences cut short from a lack of breath will or way to carry weight or meaning
truth is fleeting lies surround and swallow what’s left of common sense fuck the denominator i’m in it for the cold hard cash bout to bounce around rejecting local checks the local talent and the one from out of state must be meeting up socially awkward dinner date to fuck me out of paper counted paperclips this joke is broken mediocre why do we reward the gifted less than those inadequate can’t fulfill that empty promise so i guess your just posing for the sake a secret hope to save you from the times or judgement day oppressing pushing down on all and any that get in my way i’m sad to say
tumblr selling sex or advancing on the favor that i never payed for much less asked about i’d much rather turn the page if this matter is the final chapter to the book written on me then i’ll rip out all the pages and smoke it back to back to back the fuck you mean asking for pussy pound when all i wanted was the d
deuces hoochie