"What can I learn from living life? What can you learn from what I write? I study till my lungs are bloody to him I'm just some Silly Puddy Who created me to play with, she to lay with, us to bust So I spend my day programming what...sounds? Cosmo bound to rap into the break of dawn so they can hear and know it's on If the flow is strong I'm smart If you're stupid it's not art Marks are made so many ways You can spin the tires, blaze a sack for everybody dazed A chapter is what you're after"
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Leather, leather, leather!
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