at least I have the courtesy to inform when and why I am muting you pack animals; mokes. unlike the rest of the hypocrites on this app.

fixed: hey plastic man with gangrene heart tryna convince me that you're true. but that distinct smell like the sulfer of hell tells me that yer just you. a fallen man who through the lass, has turned his back on law and one who spends his days denying when witnessing he saw at first i gazed with gentle eyes upon your poor condition saw there but for the grace of God - i were on some holy mission. twas me behind the dumpster broke, and in the wealthy enclave. from black to white as day turns night, one people heading for one grave. you nod your heads but in my spirit, i knew it was not real the way the light bounced off your eyes the lie was there revealed a fight ensued inside of me the kind that caused a split of who i thought i had become and some new other it. when we emerged from this ordeal, and realized the plight - that you were old, in the worst of ways, and mixed up wrong with right well then we turned, to share with youth and elderly our light. and if we see you again, we'll crack your skull simply out of spite. #poetry #poemstr #artstr

oh, Demos, you old jaded bitch - explosion of sexual perversion has absolutely nothing to do with notion that all your luv 'n' liberty McMission done rooted deep into the gulag and the ghetto while your great grandaddy was snoring. that would be mad.

im just what you will need to become and transcend once you outgrow your mammys tits and the communist kindergarten pen. there is no escape. when you mantra'd "we are all one" i'll bet you werent thinking it meant THAT. but thats EXACTLY what it meant and you will be held to your mantra. gfy, twin.