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Tuesday, October 26, 2010. The Learnings of a Sickhead. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Learnings of a Sickhead. Facing Your Own Reflections in a Monitor. Liar and the fire (the hater and the lover). 8216;‘A letter made especially for Geffanny Lyn’’. 8220;Act of forgetting”. The Magical World of CrazyJef. The Learnings of a Sickhead. Crazyjef. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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The Learnings of a Sickhead: October 2010
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010. The Learnings of a Sickhead. Monday, October 25, 2010. Facing Your Own Reflections in a Monitor". What am I waiting in this chair for hours in front of a social networking website? And who really care if I am in this foolishness cause all of it is temporary like stars in the night. A whole wide wild world, the fake smiles, fake friends and some of them are. And mostly just a creation, creation of many minds, minds that interact, a jungle in a zoo. Sunday, October 24, 2010.
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The Learnings of a Sickhead: Hey See! (get this bitch?!)
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Sunday, October 24, 2010. My love is pure, so don"t b*tch with it! I am sure, you'll be thinkin, realizing it. Just say it, tap if you can't take it. I'm a bitter pill to swallow,so shit! I'm the truth, I'm the it! Yes you could've been my everythin. Now your just trash in my recycle bin. Now your deleted, be scared unclean. I'm a curse you'll be rememberin. So you can't take the itch? Even if you'll fuckin go naked. You still can't taste my d*ck. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Learnings of a Sickhead: "liar and the fire" (the hater and the lover)
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Sunday, October 24, 2010. Liar and the fire" (the hater and the lover). I’ll be ok that I know you are happy… but yes I lied…. Here’s my middle finger, like a flagpole standing,. Like a flag rising, and I know you are listening. My sweet voice, the truth I am emphasizing. The killing, you still don’t know the meaning…. Oh this lost phase of time. Like sleeping while awake. Dreaming of never ending happiness. And everything in the middle of this foolishness. Everything is fair in bein unfair.
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The Learnings of a Sickhead: “Act of forgetting”
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Sunday, October 24, 2010. 8220;Act of forgetting”. The longing of alzheimers,. Is always in my head. Its better that way,. I’ll just eat, sleep and urinate in my bed. And I’ll forget who you are,. And I’ll never think about you. Or your smiles, your kisses,. Even those tits, are they true? You’re like yours,. Is their anything about you that are not fake. You only receive,. I’m always giving, and all you do is take. I can’t get you out my head;. It’s always fed by heartaches and lies.
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The Learnings of a Sickhead: "Facing Your Own Reflections in a Monitor"
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Monday, October 25, 2010. Facing Your Own Reflections in a Monitor". What am I waiting in this chair for hours in front of a social networking website? And who really care if I am in this foolishness cause all of it is temporary like stars in the night. A whole wide wild world, the fake smiles, fake friends and some of them are. And mostly just a creation, creation of many minds, minds that interact, a jungle in a zoo. Thank you because I like pain, scars, falls, and whatever you wanted to f*ck me up!
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The Learnings of a Sickhead: ‘‘A letter made especially for Geffanny Lyn’’
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Sunday, October 24, 2010. 8216;‘A letter made especially for Geffanny Lyn’’. It made no sense. Writing songs for you are just nonsense. This is my self-defense. To the pain you have offense. I hate you,. Even if you die. Theirs no tears for you,. I will not cry…. I fucking hate you…. I love to hate you…. Thank you for breaking my heart. For me it’s not bad, it’s an art. But this feeling leads me to a brand new start. Refreshes life’s death that buried the ashes in a jar. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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