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Jack of All Trades...Master of None: Beautiful Sprout
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Jack of All Trades.Master of None. Wednesday, March 30, 2011. We were victims of youth. Suffered from the symptoms of truth. Now to you it was fiction, a dupe. Confused, by the white suit of a love so new. We had the condition of tooth. Even though enamored, we weren't armed for a hammer. Love became luv, broken hearts like our grammar. Hands burned by the wax from the flickering candle. Too bad we were affixed to our ages. On each other we were fixated. Or whenever I see the flower labeled the same.
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Jack of All Trades...Master of None: Orenthal's Room
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Jack of All Trades.Master of None. Monday, June 20, 2011. Hello I think I have someones shirt, it was misplaced in my dry cleaning? Cleaners: We haven't had anyone call for a shirt, when did you take out your dry cleaning? Last month my name is ., my girl usually drops it off my customer number is 789. Cleaners: Oh hi Mr. ., I met your brother he is a funny guy he came in with your wife last month to pick up your dry cleaning. Cup full of crown, drinkin staring at your name in cell phone. This is a party...
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Jack of All Trades...Master of None: April 2012
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Jack of All Trades.Master of None. Wednesday, April 25, 2012. The road from an embryo to an entity. I've lost it all. Left with my enemies. Them or me, can't be haunted by their memory. In a Mexican Stand-Off with him, I, and inner me. The maze of a raisin in the sun. The raising of a son placed upon a mom. Who gave chase to her wants and never wafted from the brunt. I was made in a dorm. She never stayed in a dorm. She wasn't too dumb, she was just too young. And dangerous is what they labeled me. Becau...
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Jack of All Trades...Master of None: Heisman to Hell
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Jack of All Trades.Master of None. Wednesday, April 25, 2012. Ain't no Vicodin for heart ache. Running with the truth. White Bronco for the car chase. Absence of evidence is the evidence of absence. Sole witness to the presence of my present for they asses. Whats a crime without passion? Especially when the passion is crime-She's mine Motherfucker! I bought them panties you ripped off,. Makeup you messed up-You kissed death when you kissed her. I don't remember our first kiss. You didn't suffer nan.
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Jack of All Trades...Master of None: March 2011
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Jack of All Trades.Master of None. Wednesday, March 30, 2011. We were victims of youth. Suffered from the symptoms of truth. Now to you it was fiction, a dupe. Confused, by the white suit of a love so new. We had the condition of tooth. Even though enamored, we weren't armed for a hammer. Love became luv, broken hearts like our grammar. Hands burned by the wax from the flickering candle. Too bad we were affixed to our ages. On each other we were fixated. Or whenever I see the flower labeled the same.
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Jack of All Trades...Master of None: August 2012
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Jack of All Trades.Master of None. Thursday, August 9, 2012. I predicted this would happen, but I still wasn't prepared. Indigently steered in to the wall, and prayed to be spared. Read the revelations from the glass tablet, but I was deafened from the blare. Herald from Seer and heeled by the Sayer. Reared in the womb of her problems. Still neutered off her. Now outgrown the pot of closed doors. But still rooted in her. Tried to detour this runaway train. But still routed to her. But they muted to her.
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Jack of All Trades...Master of None: Christopher Columbus
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Jack of All Trades.Master of None. Sunday, December 2, 2012. Even through confusion we found fusion. No need for menus, we both order us. Love of a lifetime, Haley’s Comet. But now.we just living off its’ starry dust. Going through the motions like black hair…. Why has this conditioner harden us? Proxy- -bonded and bounded 2 oxy. Inhaling expletives from exasperation…it carboned us. Man we so far from us. Aliens in our abode, fucking feeling like foreigners-in love. I know your faith is fatigued. Jack of...
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Jack of All Trades...Master of None: August 2010
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Jack of All Trades.Master of None. Tuesday, August 3, 2010. This is to my Lil' Bit. Apart of me you still have a little bit. Can't no woman touch, it can't be fiddled with. Sometimes in my dreams I can see your silhouette. I race to embrace, then wake up with my pillow wet. I can feel your head, laying in my chest. Wish it wasn't from memory; I'm praying for your best. The time we had was short, but moments last forever. So in those late nights and early mornings we will live forever. But i am elated to ...
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Jack of All Trades...Master of None: January 2011
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Jack of All Trades.Master of None. Monday, January 24, 2011. WHY WON'T YOU KISS ME BACK? Why won't you kiss me back? The freon that courses you veins has caused your lips to feel like.nothing. My cries, no matter the intensity, sincerity, or vulgarity, illicit that same damning response.a smile. The smile that once filled me with a joyous fervor,. Now is a red-eyed gleaming terror. Why won't you say you miss me back? I miss you, and I throw my emotions missiles, with the muscles of a million men,. Not on...
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Jack of All Trades...Master of None: Texit
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Jack of All Trades.Master of None. Thursday, August 9, 2012. I predicted this would happen, but I still wasn't prepared. Indigently steered in to the wall, and prayed to be spared. Read the revelations from the glass tablet, but I was deafened from the blare. Herald from Seer and heeled by the Sayer. Reared in the womb of her problems. Still neutered off her. Now outgrown the pot of closed doors. But still rooted in her. Tried to detour this runaway train. But still routed to her. But they muted to her.
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