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RBK – dream rant
Even in dreams you are hidden under the most depressive rubble, Thriving, from your unapologetic antisocial cave. You smile, you chant your nonsense, You come…
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RBK – rantability and other nonsense
Pickled feelings, charbroiled heart, Plated tribute to your memory. Commissure, I’m dimpled shy Intrigued by thigh and pleasure high, I leak forgiveness, goddess mine, Oh,…
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I’m porking pulling truck the popos Repeating melodies sin fin The four, the happy and the hobo The hand that never feeds The tastiest Armenian,…
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The fire works for business close And cones and cones, so many Clones, a teenage fatty fat is sweet And tender, so easy to digest…
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That Barbie-clue sauce, goes well with hammy, over the moons runs down my leg By quoting Zeppelin, I’m going downy It’s not a syndrome, it’s…
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I’ll greet with fiber, “moy sosed”, It’s good for cutting bullshit, cutting edge. Sincerity, the policy, the truth A life presented in acidic state, Republics…
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Fuck the star dust, chime my bones, skin stretch a drum, my skull, hollow and dull to amplify the rhythms of an organic beat. Score…
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The limit of my extroverted personality, is aligned to the pity of my audience, because that’s how I compromise into my game, my manipulation. I…
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Adversity, ointment of the triumphant.
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Today I want to be all my fears and everything they bring along.
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