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Like...BRAP, BRAP, BRAP!
Our physicality proves less than our mentality, yet our mentality is valued less than our physicality.
Maybe these hallucinations are just the beginning, or rather the beginning of the end. Maybe our stained boots can swim deeper than our mentality's capacity.
And it wasn't because i didn't know enough; i just knew too much. After all, my saddle's waitin'...and i am not expecting anything of you, not when the sharp edges of those broken have pierced you deep to not the point of a great loss of blood but rather the way i like to say it, to the point where the fall of rumble all the way down to the ocean floor didn't even drift your focus of the crow ahead.
My language may not amuse you but then again is speech just the extension of our thoughts or just an image we like to create?
At the end of it all however...my saddle's still waitin'.
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May 05, 2015 04:11PM
@Shakiks don't worry you won't get it. Most people won't understand anyway, but only a few people, especially those who think like me will understand. Don't worry, but if you want to decode it, i am...View all Conversations
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