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Vol 1: Releasing the Demons.

Another car my decisions wrote off, bring out your demons, your expectations and your mistakes. And of you wish, share a positive outcome.. I'll take a stab.. My Yamaha Virago, 250cc. She's all I got left besides clothes, food, Mary Jane, and vodafone credit. I have to thank an apparent 'mate' of mine (calm your Irish nips Eamon, not you mate ;) ) for the inspiration on these upcoming rants & confessions.. #helpfulstonertrips

"A Friend that had to it coming."

You're a piece of fucking shit.
It ain't that hard to tell,
watching you, hooning up
while I was in the passenger seat.
of my own car, muthafucka you gunned it

I fucking told ya, to STOP!
Ease up on the lead,
I've got a gat cocked
I've got a lead-red bullet deemed dread
The Only Bullet, I saved for your head.

Muthafucka, you pulled your tricks
tough-cunt-piss-anted cunt.
I oughta gas you fucking up
I oughta get you on the nod
for an slow-absence of dreams
you'll be left to suffer,
you'll be left,
to fuckin' suffer.
with your teeth
buried into your skull
a shattered jaw
shattered pieces
of what'll be left
of your fuckin' spinal cord
with your blood oozing out
fertilising my fuckin' front lawn.

"Fear ain't so precious"

"On your fucking knees, never again
will I allow the words of any cunt to
persuade me to dread. I have ambition
and strength, that I had once long lost.
But I have come, a cross-fade
of the shadows, and the lone Earthquake
that shook San Francisco
I summon upon its throes
And the Nuclear Blast that
near-death bedded Hiroshima
I will summon upon its craw
A menacing roar that echoes out
it leaves the ground in parts,
pieces of little rubble,
I search, and scourge
for the possessions
I remembered I had lost
pieces & little parts,
of photo frames,
and tethered rope.
I stand here alone
I take the tether
tighten it trim
a stand above.
I have died,
and died again.
But without death
without fear to consume me
How else could I go on?
There is, another way
re pursue my trade,
I remember it more as a hobby
like a lazy afternoon smoking cigarettes
or pulling a cone, the cherry begins to ember
this.. The car crash,
it happened in December.
Written by Tacete (who-isthe-silence)
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