Another fucking boring class, another fucking hot and sexy blap...
"walking around floating and dreaming,
not sure about my direction and meaning,
the WOO-MAN show - a private screening,
for your eyes to realize that some bullshits demeaning,
the walue of my strength and spirtuality,
not knowing if im sensing reality,
debating if life should be lived emphatically,
or day by day - mundane regularity,
living in a world wide conspiracy,
the formula of life - a screwed fallacy,
writing as a form of expression,
trying to shorten my depression,
in this philosophical mutation,
of my intellegent - rational style of fornication..."
phlowlicious...
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