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Eradicate every escalating measure of cramps in your arm. Lift yourself higher and higher with the intertwined pieces of calcium mixed with genes. Words can only lift up a nation so high, words can completely crush one down. Reminiscing of the colors from the other set, wondering why you there and not even close to here yet. Kept the world to myself and now i wanna share it, hugged it so fucking tight i want to tear it. contended the fibers randomly, didnt bother to hold on during the ride. Setting up sunday never tires from depth, cause obviously shes saving all her worries for the day i dont need her. Escalating higher from an elevating liar
Bringing back simple tunes, cant you believe this is true?
Ever escalating down from the northern cities up, can this be any more true
Then what I wrote before you were lead to this one?
Simple meliriostic ideas with the mixture of composition here
Ever so helpful when you cant seem to mix words like blasphemy here
Dress less then the pessimistic, drink more then the optimistic, empathy begins here.
Like a few Saturday nights, how worse can it get?
Get high, get stoked, get fucked up in the head,
But all you need is the momentum of her arms in order
To be comfortably numb forever without any ellipsis.
Serene beings with real keens towards the eyes of the highest.How much longer can you hold it farther,
Cause you know what the worse to come is,
Murders, rapes, terrorism all from a single bench,
but whats worse
Is when Celine dion starts singing, that damn Canadian wench. compensation of the imagination puts all the reevaluation
into the classic thoughts of
declaration of those who aren't dependent, who could ask for snow then?
synchronization and juxtaposing of undeclared nations,
liberation of those unsworn to this.
stars can only fall once, they fell for your selfish ass, who could as for more?
thousand metal beads wrapped around is sufficient enough for recognition
tags that don't burn are the faces of those who saw the end of the war,
creation of crucifixions, and no one damns you now
vandalize and realize how the dirtiest places have all the truths,
pure clean white snow, pure as can be, shows nothing but how dirty a bit of shit can be.
25 cigarettes smoked in a closed room, can only show how fresh it smells once its gone.
thousands and thousands of deaths and destruction, cant show you shit. listen to the beats fall down from your blood sheets
listen to the hell break out, once you hear that He can be beat.
from the crown full of pain, to where the wine drips from inside
i didn't bring it down, but i sure hell brought it up
i fought for the position, i waited for the proposition
i took it by standards like a shirt from a drawer
does it make me even stronger or just unheard persons lawyer
try and blow camels into it, cause it wont cover up
we'll light one after one, and the reds will sink in, like the mindset of a priest
escalating higher and higher as the driver keeps driving.
once the body hits, the wires will hang higher
and the faithful man will stop hearing
cause its not me and its not you, definatley isn't Gaea,
its them who controls the world's uncontrollable tearing.
four score strong
and your the only witness
four score strong
and your the only witness
four minutes long
and everyones brought the attention
four minutes long
and everyones brought the attention
four hours long
and it sticks with your forever
four hours long
and it sticks with you forever
does a score beat a minute that beats a hour?
or does it all just fall down and adds holes into heaven?
Perks of being a wallflower? or hatred of being the center screen, what ever's in the scene, i guess you steal. Evaluate every single serenade, the bullshit hell pull out, is the same youll eat up. every tiddy bit of every little hit, take in it like the reason of the decision of every proclamation of every disaster of the reason for hope to save the impossible needed of those who steal from the unwanted, but is that a sin to hate those who should be hated? i took it out, i let it out of its home,
i took out my inspiration and im grabbing it with two fingers.
i pulled out part two and i had both in my hands.
and lit it smoothly.
i inhale all the dreams and i exhale all the shit.
i inhale my whole future, and blow out my regrets
i inhale judgment from others, and i blow it out my ass.
i walk and i stare at the bright lights,
i walk and pray you stare back.
i walk and i feel air everywhere.
i walk and i try and hug it tight.
i walk and dream about you.
i walk and i think,
i own this night.
delicious bullshit i just typed up, a precious would be nicer.
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