tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317668126207845947.post2575436472396143725..comments2023-07-04T23:29:05.296+08:00Comments on Connecting the disconnected: The man in the corner.Pretty Hips.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714207889364072075noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317668126207845947.post-83988879785919452292016-08-15T08:35:03.642+08:002016-08-15T08:35:03.642+08:00NR has the poetry. LOOK AT THAT SHIT.
Fuck off, pa...NR has the poetry. LOOK AT THAT SHIT.<br />Fuck off, past me. I dunno why you won't fuck off, either. Your words are bullshit. >:[Andromedahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10396856208718640063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317668126207845947.post-88266022975837297272009-06-25T23:48:18.618+08:002009-06-25T23:48:18.618+08:00These words might sound quiter than intended, comi...These words might sound quiter than intended, coming through the veil and all, but<br />hang <br />in<br />there.<br />or better yet, get out of your city, get out of fortress of knives, if they keep cutting you up.<br />Flee to something like comfort, if real comfort is still sold out.<br />They will re-stock the shelves in time.<br />Life in reality is like this at times,<br />but i urge you with the most sincerity i can encode into a string of zeros and ones, stay in reality.<br />As you said, it would be so much worse if your frustrated heart were no longer bleeding.<br />As much as it stings when your blood boils,<br />I'm sure it's still blue when de-oxygenated<br /> <br> red when your skin whispers to you 'pain'<br><br />and cold when you're sprinting towards what you want.<br /><br><br /><3N.Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04704997851560304508noreply@blogger.com