How Much
How much power is needed
Empty a vessel
Take all you need
Rape a vessel of energy
Bone us grabbers
You sleep well
Left out at clock out
How much is needed for Family
Thank a lower provider
The gifts are not from you
But what you take
Fake it to love ones
You did this
Money bonus love
New bank notes
Keeping it paid
As you decided
Just how much?
Is enough
My muscles growing
Because of you
My health
Better than you
And yet I have to look up
See you
In my playing field
As you decided
Just how much?
Is enough
My handlers
Living large in accounts & body
You dog you dodged
Watch those hearts of yours?
(minus) -
- Oxygen not getting to brain already seems stroked
- Clogged arteries feels like an attack to flow of things
- I use people for a bonus and don’t care if they work as two or three
- A life, they were probably fired and not left for dead
- I clock in and sit, phishing throw emails on an hourly clock
- It all manages itself
- A door knob, 2315 hours stand at a door to let workers have lunch
- Does always take two
- Manager holding hands managing together
- The bullshit
- 5:30 am clock out time like last year but not allowed to clocked out nor can one let themselves out
- Bending, your smile to my reaming, as you
- Continuing of the raping of personal time
- Tell that to spouse and kids
- Mm feels abused by all of you
- He (mm) provided bonus
- Where’s his fucking Thank You Card
- Last year no bonus or donut (K provided one, and I blessed him and thanked him, in my rung on a ladder
- Non higher ups
- Lost souls , dirt, cope, snakes & Faermance, natural parks & the demons all managerial materials
- Fuck them all, let God sort-’em out! In body the physical, the soul corrupted in bonus grappling (I Was A Warlord in Basic Training, the shit bounces back & later Art of War wince Guerrilla Marketing a community biz asso. gift by raffle, to rape pillage & destroy, woah like Trump, Putin now)n
- You have a nice ride, does you bitch suck she should be blowing me also & swallowing
- Most of US should have been digested for a better planet Earth
- We have readers digest
- Sweeter when I look into your eyes. You should have been big gulped!
- When I work and not in music or even life I’ll play tonight
- Tempo
How Much?
I just dropped a quarter
Call a friend
Fuck you, Prunts
I am your God
Should I make tonight, all feeling out of place, I never set placemats, fuck entertainment, like a slap. You go slave!
Set up to fail
But your black.............man
Lethal weapon ozone song
I’m a slave to their damned Souls
Conglomerates
&
Blackened Souls
How much?
You need from Me, alone thy self, all tied not swallowed experiencing living it’s all in an eduction, you always pulled over, not in my view but no ride on the West side, I wouldn’t know, I know a city, paid by Taxes
And a lot of sorry fucks voted in Trump, am I looking at you, and farming tax evaders; ohh you provide to community
What the fuck is your farm?
Audits could be made; all would land as crooks
Raping of America but fam got cool presents last year Christmas
I’m not fucking done yet, I spit just upon maneuvers in the managers up above •
That’s me in a symbol
Minus
Column
Let me squill about on days doubled hand holders, they so special can’t manage by themselves, two to unlock doors, fucking two with this and that, but can’t equal out workloads or manage to get US out on clock out, I’ve fucking have bitched about this before, add raping to a sign and me move at my tempo, you took so far this year 6 hours of my time, Martians, lows,
Sorry fucks, 2023, more Rated R words to come later on ya’ll, let the misses know, or jump to California or resign, your leadership in faces on a wall says to me
Takers
Rhymes with _ _ _ _ _ _
Hanging the UP, raped America of Taxes
Trump,
death raping lives in Ukraine
Putin,
Like up up above behind walls
Xi
Fucking over its own country and bouncing to start a side War with just Up Putin
Fuck all three
To Much like my Uppers
I work in a single building
Government nation and state fucted
Look at water pipes
And shut the.............
Conglomerate Business Major Player
Slow as tortious martian rhymes
I don’t know all Faces but know your types in my land on Earth 2.5 miles work and home Universe
Just too much!
I want to carve in ice a Wion Pulse playing!
Whining heart pulse but alive & breathing!
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Denied, all typings worthless, no post
So i above copied and pasted into Tumblr and now too pissed to add hashtags, like a (worknite ) must add later after birds and nicotine
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Abramar talks about his love for Gloria in present-tense
putting this under a cut because i have Too Many Feelings and no one to talk to about them
okay so we don't know exactly how long it's been since the two of them split, nor do we know how that split occurred (though the story in the art book has fucking tragic implications imo)
but we do know that with the way Abramar talks about his relationship with Gloria, it's very clear he views their time together as fully over. for example, this is from a reading you can do when looking into what became of her
and if i remember right, he uses that kind of phrasing a lot with regards to Gloria, wishing he could gain her love "again". at least in Abramars mind, Glorias love for him is past-tense. It's gone now, and he's certain she's moved on.
even in the best reading for such where he gets to "rekindle" their relationship, he makes it pretty damn clear what he thought his chances of being with her again here
then compare that to the way he introduces the subject
IS! Gloria IS his first love! every time he talks about her it's about how much he still loves her. he even says, in that same first reading
i don't even have a point here tbh i'm just sobbing
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