reps

  I venture again on the journey of life. Choice leads to choice. I choose to pick up and move on.

What's wrong with this picture? We lose a lot, but gain some; so put it in perspective. Here where the steps we took lead us. look around and make it best. circumstance we can opportunize or let it defeat us to become victim. we grow or fade. there is no question. time is limited. ticking tock; grains of sand.

Discard man. Go own way. Movement.

    Solo; free flying.

life is nothing; a journey to dying.

   so why keep trying? that is the mystery. we are the sleuths. in truth the evidence is found; reality leaves clues; traces of paraphernalia misconstrued.

tonics and potions slather like lotion loving this motion almost like self soothing she said she got it and they torched her image he say he gots it but i see body banging to compensate for something the little man inside there he diligently wields that iron to suffocate; reps reps reps

booty shaking tongues wagging slinging angel to the privileged
last time in the armpit of the inner city where ppl who resemble myself are high as a kite or maybe trapeze and skittering down broken sidewalks selling that booty
he says if he ever saw the likes he'd be freaked; but then he ran like a fool and waggled his own trophy and got blocked out for eternity
not the first time and won't be the end
 reps

old men crunching and the youngs strain too dislodge that person who torments you
good luck
he's stuck
  he is you