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"Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement
But fear not. All flesh decays
Death turns all to ash
And thus, 'Death Frees Every Soul'."
[Planet Asia]
My body is a Bentley
My soul is God meaning you rolling wit Allah if you riding wit me
The mystery is death to most
When niggas get clapped and come back believing in ghosts
Some niggas come back and don't remember shit except the incident
Some niggas come back and turn religious
They say the flesh is a just a vessel for the spirit
And the brain is antenna to teleport thoughts to ya vision
But in the mean time we living
The criminal life until they gas us in prison
Back to ether, ashes and urns
Now you just a container of dirt sitting on the speaker
Or somewhere in the Ocean scattered
I was taught heaven or hell was understanding 'Mind Over Matter'
So what's the meaning of death? Nothingness
Most ask by the 85 are like the 25th alphabet
RIP, sent to your doorstep
We miss you very much but your soul is free
From all the pain and the suffering we all must share
So save a spot for the family till we all upstairs
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[Sick Jacken]
My body is a six deuce
My soul is old like a classic from all the shit I've been thru
My conscious is infinite tho'
Now I know so I'm taking it slow
I'm 732-to-life and it's taking its toll
Secure my bloodline wit seven seeds
And I put my stories in palm scrolls to bone and skulls
Is all that's left, I'm shine death
I came close but I guess it wasn't time yet
And I wander thru the ages like this
Believing life is a hell and my death would be bliss
While religion promises a heaven
I enjoy what I have now wit no guilt cuz that's what I'm giving
Ashes to ash trays and dust smash brains
I'm just a lost soul navigating path ways
I gotta get it right cuz we're in the last days
Soon we'll meet death, the mysteries of black age
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bad things come in three's and well i am really having a bad day, first i dropped my phone on the side of the road, it's raining by the way, and i didnt know i dropped it until i was on the bus and it was driving away, secondly because i sat in the rain waiting for my bus, a bag i was carrying with a porcelain ceramic cat doll thing smashed through the bottem of the bag and broke on the hard ground at the bus depot, embarrasing and truely fucked me off and my day up. so i guess the third really could of been avioded but it ruined my day and i blamed you and at the moment i hate you and am just blaming you, but i deicided it was better if i solved the problem by cutting, again! so i have. And im not telling you and you wont find out. | | |
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I slip into your corn field of dry grass and crystal waters, cloudless skies and canyons deep. Eye's wide shut and the rusty husk that follows my every breath. The mare and dragon converse in plain site. She is gentle and beautiful, he is fierce and dominant. He rise's in a typhoon spiral of water dancing into the heavens, she's on show, directed this way and that way.
My thoughts are collected like bottled water, stacked in the refrigerator and marked for sale, trouble is no one wants to pay, they'd rather hide them in their coats and not admit the theft.
My feelings are scattered and in action like a rally race except the car's are out of gas and the tyre needs a change.
I want to run a bath, sink into it and watch the ripples in sync with my heart beat.
I trace my fingers across the scars and forget. I stroke my fingers over my body, every crevasse, curve and inch of skin. I remember the times i couldn't do this without blood flaking at my fingerprint, the ruff surface of what was meant to be soft warm flesh. It's soothing.
I want to remember what it feels like to feel ambitious.
I want to know what it feels like to not be important and not recognized for it.
I want to remember how easy it used to be and incorporate that into daily living. | | |
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It's kind of like the action of applying make-up first you brush on the foundation thats your ambition, then you add your blusher this is the betrayal sitting on your cheeks, this is when you carefully apply your eyeliner and thats the deceit circling your eye's, this is the part where you fix up your mascara and thats kind of like the distraction, then you smudge your eyeshadow this is obedience then you put on your lipstick and thats your excuse. You pout your lips, suck a kiss and flutter your eyelashes and your away.
The lies that lick my lips every time i breath are a refreshing break from the truths that fuck me every time i swallow.
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Intake Yesterday
4 cookie time - 145cals ech
jam cheese salt on bread - 200cals (probably)
soy honey chicken pumpkin potatoes 3 pieces of buttered bread - 800cals (probably more)
Intake today
2 cups of tea 2 sugars milk
Current weight
53/54kgs
I've gained 5/6 kgs in two months, holy shit thats not like me at all, i'm pretty good at keeping my weight below 50. Not having breakfast today, going to say i'm not hungry at dinner, but i will still cook it because i enjoy the cooking part of it. Not going to have breakfast tomorrow or dinner, think i will fast until saturday, i have a tattoo appointment on saturday afternoon so i better eat something or i'll probably get dizzy. But just incase you thought, i don't want to look like a walking skeleton, you girls are desperate and stupid, i just want my little flat stomach back, the one where it doesn't poke out, the one where i don't suck in and i still have a fat sack sticking out under my navel. | | |
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