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Oh dear~

I THINK YOU SHOULD CHASE DOWN YOUR TRUE NATURE, GO AHEAD SIR, DO WHAT DICKS DO BEST: BRUTALLY FUCKING RANDOM ASSHOLES ONLY BECAUSE YOU ENJOY WATCHING THEM SUFFER AND IT COMFORTS YOU IN A DARK SEXUAL WAY TO KNOW THAT THE PAIN WAS A GIFT FROM YOU FROM, A  THEIR PAIN AT YOUR HANDSEEP INSIDE  UR RAGERAWA PATH THAT IS TO GO FUCK YOURSELF THEN EVERYBODY ELSE AROUND YOU AND DONT FORGET YOUR FAMILY, GIVE IT TO THEM REALLY HARD UP THE ASS, THEY WILL BE SO PROUD OF YOU.

YOU, SIR, ARE A  DICKHEAD. Please mind the gap and think of all the starving children in africa, hell why not travel there, and personally give a nice hard butt fuck to all the starving negro children you see begging you to go slow, nice and gentle does it, sliding yourself inside and all the the way deep down in the child’s hole, and that involves learning how to live your true nature, in unity with your heart, that’s simply a fact my brother, and also some damn good advice because i truly care.

I just got this in my Inbox from Dave, thank you Dave

I saw the title and just HAD to check it out…. Yup, there’s trumpeting alright…. and hardstyle……   I still haven’t decided if I’m frightened or or aroused by his shenanigans…. and I’m trying to figure out if he’s mentally disabled or a fucking brilliant trailblazing musician.

Thank God I’m not as high as I was earlier, when he pulls out his trumpet and blows in it my PTSD gets microtriggered and I want to deck it to the floor around my couch  and cram all the leftover food  in my cheek and hide in the bathroom with my reliable trusted  meat cleaver. There are semi-translucent shadow people lurking around my house, and they have black pet cats that always run at me and jump at my face when I’m not looking directly at it, then vanish. Just to scare me. They don’t come in the bathroom, so here I am safe, and this is where I have my weapons and ammunition, I’ll go hunt them down with my moms hatchet when I’m done with this video.

Dude~

Dude, you read my mind bro, *even though I’m one year into your future present, while your current present is my past IN your CURRENT future* …. That shit’s fuckin’ trippin’ me up the wall, man, I’m spooked as fuck, It’s that evil double-helix time warp I accidentally unleashed from deep inside that K-HOLE that froze TIME and kidnapped my soul and held it hostage for a 12 eternities, then released me into limbo, somewhere in between our infinite number of dimensions, I didn’t know which one belonged to me and I didn’t know how to get out of the crack in space I was stuck in and back to my earthly body (that was without his soul!).. eventually after having a massive panic attack for hundreds of years, time lost forever and ever, hope fading into the abyss, giving up and letting go of feelings, emotions, and conscious thoughts, accepting destiny, dark eternal nothingness that made death into a luxury I didn’t have the privilege of being invited to. …..by pure chance and teen thousand hours, seconds, only minutes later a female dressed in all white lifted me up and brought me down into my dimension, she gave me 3 possible alternatives to choose from, one leading to future happiness in life due to making right choices, number two was one filled with sorrow and pain, where lust, lack of empathy and not caring if I hurt people around me, in a place where love could not exist, ruled by a great greed, dishonesty and a hierarchy of dark lords whose intentional immoral deeds pave a path to bloody gold, and number three I will explain you after I smoke another bowl of freshly harvested Northern Lights kush…. I tried operating my bong 10 minutes ago, the device made ZERO sense so I ended up blowing into it instead of inhaling, all the weed came flying out …. I should try again….. fuck, think I lost my bong i can’t find it anywhere …oh wait, i’m holding it in my upper left hand… never mind bro….and by i found it i mean i never actually lost it but i thought i did for a minute and it freaked me out man, I need another bowl to calm me down….oh crap, where’s my pipe… didn’t I have a pipe? we will never know,…. 

This music is literally having sex with my ear canal, giving my brain the strongest cosmic orgasm that can be felt throughout my entire body, the voices of the elders drowning out the babbling, gurgling, burping and cooing of the newborn descendants of Cosmos, and visions of mist and dewdrops slowly flood my upper and lower extremities, saturating them in tiny droplets of *celestial serotonin*

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i know how you feelin’, i know how-it-goes – I need to believe in, something beautiful, i know how you feelin’, i know how-it-goes – I need to believe in, something beautiful

LAYING NAKED IN THE GUTTER, 

MY FRAGILE BEATEN BODY BLOODY AND BADLY BRUISED,

EVERYTHING NOW IS BROKEN YET I AM HAPPY THATS FOR SURE; 

THE ENGAGING JUXTAPOSITION,

MY CONSUMING DISPOSITION, 

NOW DISPOSED OF AND FORGOTTEN; 

MY DISPOSSESSED, FORGOTTEN LORE!

Africa

“OH THE BEATING OF MY HEART,

YES THE RYTHM OF OUR LOVE,

BABE YOU HAVE ME WRAPPED INSIDE YOUR HAND,

JUST LIKE A BEACH WITH PURE WHITE SAND, 

WE WILL WALK ACROSS THE LAND, 

~

AND I WILL GUIDE YOU TO THE LIGHT, 

YES EVEN LEAD YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT, 

MAKING SURE YOU’LL BE ALRIGHT,

UNTIL YOU’RE SAFELY OUT OF SIGHT

~

ON THE ROAD BACK HOME I GO, 

AND I ALREADY MISS YOU SO,

 IT TEARS ME UP INSIDE YOU KNOW!

~

OH THE BEATING OF MY HEART IN PAIN,

RAINING DOWN ON ME IN VEIN, 

IM SCREAMING OUT YOUR NAME,

 I CANNOT SLEEP,

AND IN MY BRAIN,

 IT FEELS BROKEN AND INSANE, 

FILLED WITH MEMORIES AND TEARS, 

OF THOSE BEAUTIFUL TEN YEARS, 

WE HAD TOGETHER WITHOUT NO FEARS,

AND YOUR PRETTY LITTLE FACE,

 I WILL NEVER MORE EMBRACE.”

Mixtape

….this mix is lit and dank af, litterally on fire, in a dumpster, in an alley, where i’m sitting rn with my headphones on for dear life, because this vibe, or flow you’ve got got me all over the place, man, i’m tellin’ ya, this shit’s f’real dude, and it’s only growing and going to get better with time so chill out and walk with me into this neverland of tomorrows fears and regrets that don’t matter right noiw because i’m sitting here on this box in this alley, behind a dumpster, listening to the music coming in and out of everywhere i have been or never been without, if you know what i mean and i think you do because you should never stop asking questions, you know?

Gas!

At last! Now I can feel LOVE again, and if it is only for a moment in this Time, I am swathed in her velvety blonde hair, I will say yes, as a tender cosmic kiss leaves me stranded here, yearning for MORE! I swiftly hug the contours of her perfect petite body and, the wrapping, of herself all around me like flowing drapery in a fresh summer breeze… in June or perhaps May, oh God I wish she would stay, for at last, we have become ONE again, it’s all happening so fast, I am following her movements with precision time no doubt