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Just took speed and washed all my dishes, organized my room, swept my garage, and cooked the healthiest thing I’ve eaten in two months and I get why housewives loved this shit I feel so productive and happy

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With all the other flies, I vibe

With all the other flying things I fly

I live amongst the bees and birds

I have a lot of big feathers

I am as big as an airplane

I can fly in shine, not rain

I do not like we feathers

So I can only fly in curtain weather

I do not have a beak

All the other birds call me weak :(

But with the flies I get along

And they teach me their fly songs!

Their culture struggles to maintain

For they can die on a glass pane

They are a very fragile folk

One that my airline self cant poke

I am sad my family dies

Every time I blink my eyes

They really don’t live that much

Then they turn into mush

I cry and cry more every year

They keep on drowning in my tears

I can’t control my massive wings

I killed their babies and their king

Flies used to live under royalty

Until they adopted me

I can’t live with myself anymore

I killed my cousins with my door

I have to kill myself

Give myself up for the flies health

They lay eggs in dead bodies

So I’ll give them me, rotting

Goodbye cruel, fly killing world

You have made my heart so cold

I don’t know how to tell the flies

That when I shoot, I won’t survive

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Wrote a song about drug dealing but its pez

Probably the longest thing ive ever written

Pez percs in my purse

Makin people go bazerk

Blowin all my money

For the sugar in my tummy

All these bitches be ugly

While I’m out here spendin hundies

Yeah I got those pez stacks

Got loads of cash

1.99 sell em for 2

Up charge by a cent and they haven’t a clue

Pez in my purse

Pez in my hurse

Pez on my bag

Pez in the back

Baby carrots upfront

Yeah I got that carrot front

They think I’m selling blunts

But I’m on that pez hunt

Go to the corner store and I buy it all up

Put em in my bag and I sell em at the club

Ymca cant see my comin

With my black out sunnies

On my white tiger stuffie

My mommy says I cant have sugar so I pop them pills

Now I got big bills

Got a cleaner for my spills

Hunting for pez like its easter

Got candy in my bag like a geezer

I know it aint legal but its what I wanna do

So if you be hatin I don’t like you

Got caught

Wasn’t even sellin pot

They say its illegal?

Nah dude now its personal

Old ass cop

Ur mamas a thot

Bitch I’m 4 years old

Ur out here collecting mold

Imagine being under cover buying pez

Imagine doing that working for the feds

I got caught but I aint gonna stop

Hid pez in my sock now I can open up shop

I aint out for speed, don’t care for smokin weed

Don’t like PCP I just like PEZ

Cant go to school need a GED

Locked me up in jail

Have to rap by mail

Sending my bars in an envelope

Got so many rhymes youd need a microscope

Going insane without my bands

Feelin cocky might start a stand

Why am I in here I didnt do any crime

Its not criminal yet I’m still doing time

Just broke out

Haters say I did it for the clout

Pez got me confused

Feel like life is lose lose

Wasnt in jail, was on a feild trip

Now I’m back in first grade and I’m bota flip

Jail was bad but this is worse

Call me a pack o pez wanna be in a herse

First grade is tough for a gangster

Getting bullied by stacie gotta pay her

Hit a new low eat more pez than I sell

Maybe my life worked better in jail

Eating that toast

Diggin with hoes

Garden in the jail yard yeah I’m not tryna boast

They say ive gone mad

Just stole a cab

Cant even drive

Got locked inside

Ate the drivers soup

Now I’m on the loose

Running from the coppers

They think I’m a monster

I just wanted pez and money

Now I’m always drinkin slushies

Hiding from the cops aint fun

Its a sad sad realization

I fear that my time has come

Pop a few packs o pez then I’m done

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So apparently I wrote this earlier this year, not on September 3rd, I have no memory of writing it and I am utterly confused…. What was I trying to say….?

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Found a trash can full of packages… there 28 earbuds……

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Horror carrot gonna kill me frfr

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I work all night, I work all day to pay the bills I have to pay

Ain't it sad?

And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me

That's too bad

In my dreams I have a plan

If I murdered a wealthy man

I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd be in jail eating drywall

Money, money, money

Murder for money

Lets kill the president

Money, money, money

Always sunny

If we kill the president

Aha

All the things I could do

If I got some of my right back

Kill the president

Kill him right here and now

A man like that is hard to find but I can't live with him alive

Ain't it sad?

And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me

That's too bad

So I must leave, I'll have to go

To Birmingham or Toronto

And leave all of my friends in pain, my life will never be the same

Money, money, money

Murder for money

Lets kill the president

Money, money, money

Always sunny

If we kill the president

Aha

All the things I could do

If I got some of my right back

Kill the president

Money, money, money

Murder for money

Lets kill the president

Money, money, money

Always sunny

If we kill the president

Aha

All the things I could do

If I got some of my right back

Kill the president

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I’m depressed but at least he happy……. I’m scared of him….

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WHY DID NOTHING SAY THAT IT WORKS IF YOU SAND IT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH GOOGLE

*the entire internet telling me not to use glue sticks on aluminum cans*

*me angry because it didn’t work*

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*the entire internet telling me not to use glue sticks on aluminum cans*

*me angry because it didn’t work*

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PSA:

If you open up a magic 8 ball, there is a die and it can open up

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Lil silli story kinda suicidal and murdery

She screamed, her words fluttered violently out of her head as if there was nothing separating her thoughts from the world. She told everyone about how terrifying her mind can get and how it liked to convince her of things that she knew were wrong but never really cared enough to realize it. There is nothing more horrifying than a woman yelling about murder with fear in her eyes and a smile in her teeth, as the eyes are windows to the soul and the face does what the audience wants. Her yelling continued as she walked them through how he made her so mad and so sad that she just had to kill him! There was no other way to get him out of her life and no other way to get the voices out of her head. Death was the only way. She never expected regret. She never expected how much she could miss the voice of the man that she only connected with hatred. Now the voice was so bent and bruised in her memories it just sounded… wrong. Everything was wrong! She screamed and screamed but nothing could fix the guilt in her eyes and nothing could fix the deep yearning for her gun to be emptied again. It didn’t matter how she felt, death lied in her bones and blood filled her thoughts. She was a killer. The word had slowly stumbled out of her mouth, she didn’t want to accept it. She could accept how she wanted him dead. She could accept how she planned the murder. She could accept how she bought lead bullets so she knew the job would be done. But being a killer. Taking someone's life and just accepting that. Being forced to live in the brain and the body of a murderer for as long as you may live. She couldn’t handle that. There was nothing in this world that would ever make that okay. There was nothing that would ever make her want to live again. She had locked her gun, trying to help her brain stop thing about the same image, the same thing as before. Bullets in his chest, blood covering his once beautiful body, but it wasn’t the man she killed wearing his blood. It was her. With three bullet holes in her chest, blood coating her finest dress with the life of a killer as the only memory anyone will ever have when they think of her. She couldn’t scream anymore. Tears filled her eyes as the barrier between her mind and the people became thicker than the blood of a once loved man. She fell onto the ground trying to speak even as her tears are racing down her face her mind is filled with words and her blood is fueled by death and nothing will keep her from thinking that she is a monster. Nobody disagrees. Even as she is filled with sadness and regret she is still a killer and that is all she will ever be. She has grown to fear her own hands and she has grown to accept that her thoughts will never leave her. Trapped in a cell of her own design, walls covered in the tears of a killer and the blood of a human. Mind filled with the differences betwixt the two beings. How a killer will cry and a human will bleed. And she will be stuck with both roles. Slashing her skin hoping that one day she will be able to feel the pain that he did. Hoping that one day it will be enough to pay for his mothers sorrows. Praying that if she died they would celebrate, saying that it would only take a matter of time. She cried each day and night hoping that someone would see how she wasn’t a monster. Maybe one day someone would see that she felt the pain, just as they did. Maybe she just needed more pain? Maybe then they would see.

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Kuris video from my dream