Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Shank you verry much

Shanked - 2/9/2001



There used to be a time when i didn't think.
About
Who I was or where I am or what isn't
here
have a nice trip I say to myself as I reach further into my nostalgia. Thats the beauty of other languages, they generaly don't beat around the bush. Words that fit well like nostalgia are the venacular.
It would seem the popular vocabularies of men do not hold water in the worlds langauge.
I wait for school the cerebral expasnion of ones life is important.
It creates a synergy with ones soul to allow him to reach his highest level of functionality and then to asend one higher.
Learning
Like the kind that we should all have for each other a heal the world type of thing.
Fu** the world.
Thats all I hear... I never believed the shit about truly evil people. and now i don't believe the shit about the truly good ones.
of course that's probably for the best: I don't intend to get shanked, not in hear; not out there.

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