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i can't jump lanes like i used to ..

i feel the lights hit my head ... and slow happens ... slow happens


i have to say out loud that i don't jump lanes like i did ... even as far back as before the new lines were painted, i jumped them and i was all the good.


i'll point out that my right leg was executed after a bogus trial found it guilty of kicking a houseless man's ass to death in front of his apartment, and with the aid of an unknown accomplice, fleeing the scene. in a related yet even more ludicrous case, my tongue and jaw were charged with a B- misdemeanor for not letting anyone know. my fingers were held without bail and without actual charges presented - on suspicion of poking out the eyes of a passerby in an attempt to disqualify a potential witness. still pending further interrogation.

( none of which was true )

( none of which matters now )


( because i can't jump lanes anymore.)






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On Friday June 8th, 2007, monkey hate fugue (17) writes:
something has been telling me that ... this isn't the wrong site


On Friday June 8th, 2007, suicideseason (112) writes:
It's not where you are...but who you're with.


On Saturday June 9th, 2007, monkey hate fugue (17) writes:
true like blue , brothabone.


On Friday June 8th, 2007, suicideseason (112) writes:
I hear you,man...it's like a piece of rubber that was left to crucifixion via the unrelenting lack of mercy of a soulless sun...at once nothing could penetrate or stick to this wonder...but the years were so unkind...


On Friday June 8th, 2007, suicideseason (112) writes:
...and...there's only so much hypocrisy that one can endure while turning a blind eye...after a while...toothpick persistence has a way of needling your sense of humor to death...


On Friday June 8th, 2007, suicideseason (112) writes:
...cold sighs become...hand in bat experiences...you used to laugh it off...now you're laughing at the body count...next thing you know you're running down the streets...chainsaw in hand...on a mission to feed the meter at 3am...


On Friday June 8th, 2007, suicideseason (112) writes:
God forbid anyone get in your way...I'll pray for them.Beautiful.



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