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There was once a room. And in this room was rap music. And at the other end of the universe there was another room. And in that room was rap music. At the End of The Universe there will be rap music. I live underneath on of them rooms So I constantly hear rap musicContinue reading “Delete This Post”

Something Soft

I wished for something soft on the harsh windswept streets of my hometown. What I got was something that squirmed and became hard when I was soft In my hometown, I went on the search for drugs soft in the head for what laid on my bed. Another stayed in my head all the whileContinue reading “Something Soft”