Skate park romantics
Do everything in love and thus the law shall be accomplished. Yet, the law seems distant, but close enough in reach. Is it mere freedom that I search for, the "teachings" of others gradually sink in my strongmind.
Whats a strongmind have to do with anything. Action is the only proven proof. Backhand the liars in the youth-criss cross the ugly and the boufs. Inject the lonely with a ruse. Excuse the adulturess and perverted fools. Sayers who utter desperate sooth. Fuck you.
Its all about money in this over crowded booth
called earth. Everyone acts like they're from perth.
Australians sell homes on land that isn't theirs, Americans, where different masks' sell their souls that keep them stooped. Sheltered kids are the most amazing minds-yet seen-
I was half one, my brother some, and my sister had all the cream. Rich in my fathers love, care and protection its even unrighteous to say hes mean.
I'm keen on you.
I sip IPA's to run away from you-mini bowls to blurr the truth, sobriety confronts me with spoiled soup-Diarrhea-shit.
Sorry I'm not down with it.
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