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excessfinesse- July 6th, 17:05
depressed
Sorry cant cover the cuts and bruises. It can only, simply, mist over the injuries, healing few cells. Too few to settle with. True rejuvenation requires time, were the appropriate tending can be applied and incorperated with time. But you already know this. An apology is nothing if the person is an excuse all together. Unless true sympathy cannot be conveyed through words, then, and only then, more direct measures are to be taken. The feeling of sorrow must be confronted at its initial stage. If not, then it will manifest more sorrow and corrode my being. When this happens it is too late.
- What ever happened to him?
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- excessfinesse
- June 22nd, 13:33
- rejected
"what do you mean??"
"like, why did he do it??"
"pressure my dude..."
"what kind??"
"the type that burst water mains, kid."
"how did it start??"
"umm, i think he went crazy over time, like a progressively detrimental disease, or some shit like that, I dont know!"
"oh. like a dynamite wick?"
"something like it, yea."
"so what lit it??"
"what the wick?"
"yea. i think it was his patience. he lost his."
"hmm, you might be right. but he always had no patience. he did however, had very little tolerance. he would sporadically switch between no patience and little tolerence. a better bet would be that he got them tangled with each other."
"so what you're saying is that he would combine patience with tolerance, and eventually, the more they wore down, the more he felt like he was being attacked??"
"what do you mean?"
"like, patience wears down inevitably, but when his tolerence goes too, he would fight back??"
"hmm, you right there..."
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- excessfinesse
- May 25th, 16:45
ahhhhhh man. I FUCKING hate waiting. bout to go to a cook out. food. yeeeaaaaa.
haha, i was soo high and hungry, i found sum pretsels right, and poured honey all over them.
it taste like clouds and a rainbow.... proms commin up too, and im stuck between a tux and a vest.
see kids, im a rocawear, enyce en akdmks guy, so that clashes with my style.
plus wit my luck, ill pick the one that sum one else has. wee bee lookin like twins en i dont even know tha guy.
i feel like im in detox. no weed= no smiles.
ahhhhh wen is myride comming!!! w t f ! !
ha, imagine like, a written statement in a script with an elipsy and an exclamation point. like soo ----> .....!
you'll wait a sec, then tense your face silently. ha.
- Her...
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- excessfinesse
- May 21st, 20:31
relaxed
From here to the sun
is where id have to run
to catch up to the one
that swindled my love
barabarian loose in the metropolian
moving too fast to catch a descr-ip-ation
rate at which stealing designer bags is consistent
ravinous lust for a fixen
just ask and it will be given
by all means i will listen
even if my ears are missen
and your hair just glistens
beauty got me trippin
Eyes are black like the night
and pupils like the stars
who's image will send men to war
to me
she is a bat to baseball
without her
my teams at a loss
it consist of
me
my self
and me of course
the star player
the one and only champion
She is what bold is to letters
you'll understand
if you ever met her
she makes an impact like a meteor
the calm breath
of the wind
on a sandy shore
it is her whom i adore
never out of attention
because she is the center
she's banging
yup, like dynomite
dont get too close
blow up? she just might
when faced with her
survival kicks in
fight or flightshe is cosmic
out of sight
i am ground bound
despite the attraction
that pulls like mag-a-nets
but she is in a place
when even light cannot get
she took the responsablity
to watch over humanity
but because of that
we could never be
something that i can clearly see
this story should end happily
but a peasent cannot courship
with the majesty
- Mother Nature
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- excessfinesse
- May 21st, 20:23
blah
Be the as it lay
across the sharded sky.
On to the stone that withstood the test of time.
Ages upon ages, countless night upon night,
Life is not my enemy,
but i have fought it more then twice.
The trees breathe just like you and i
And the sun is always watching
with a blinding sly.
The wind can be rough
and up root some trees
but still be gentle enough
to kiss you with a breeze
If for any reason
our guide must take a night
Fire flies and a billion suns
will burn just as bright
The clouds are casually lazy
but be not upset
they are not in your way
the sun should be vexed
- This is just a verse
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- excessfinesse
- May 18th, 20:14
contemplative
theres no room in my heart for a goddamn girl
im already taking on the struggles of the world
so why should i stress over the fact that we cant connect?
stay the fuck away from me, the ban is in effect
i dont want to see your face
i dont want to hear your voice
and look
you dont have a choice
my minds made up
the damage was delt
i felt like it was comming to an end but now its dun
and i actually wanted you to have my son
what a mistake that wouldve been
i prolly wud hav been regret-tin it
ever since you got preg-a-nent
so how relieved was I wen the test turned out neg-a-tive
uhh
talk about dodge a bullet
and that attitude does not help so dont use it
this tragity put a smile on my face
pack your shit n leave
at 8 i got a date
whit none other then your cousin
and uu-uuuu the luvins great
i cant remember when this love turned to hate
- if you're verbally sqeamish, dont read this...
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- excessfinesse
- May 11th, 12:33
infuriated
how the fuck can you say i chose to fuck my life up? life was never perfect for me. just because you see nothing wrong doesnt make it true.
you're oblivious to the fact that i dont fucking fit in. you smile, i frown. you cry i laugh. you dont know what the fuck goes on in my mind. you havent lived with the guilt that i have. you havent heard the shit that i hear being yelled into my ear. and you most definately have never seen what i have. do you know how much fights woke me up from sleep? do you know how much arguements ive heard laying in my bed? do you know how i felt when my heart was ripped out 4 fucking times, by one fucking person? then you wonder why i dont easily love. for real man, fuck love, and fuck you too. fuck my life, fuck my heart, fuck my hands, fuck my soul, fuck it all. if it was my way, you wouldnt be the fuck around to disagree.
- just ridiculous comments by one to me...
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- excessfinesse
- May 10th, 22:03
Spe-speak to yourself, for yourself and by yourself.
Re-respect me and there wont be a problem
d-do what i say and you wont be wrong
Si-sit down and stay there; dont move
do this
do that
stay here
mind your neck
respect
listen
behave
shut up
your philosophy is wrong. you think you know every thing. Well guess what, you dont know s***, all you know are books. thats all you have.
you disgust me
you aint a man
look at you, crying like a b****, you think you're tough- yeah right
why dont we go outside and see how much of a man you really are
stop with the stupid comments
when we're talking, stay out of it
when i want to hear you, i'll tell you
get out of my face
if it were me, i would of left your ungrateful ass walking
you havent improved at all since you got here. you been doing s*** with yourself
keep it up and you'll be a bum on the street. but i wont help you at all. at all.
- initially wrote this to a beat, but, its long forgotten now.
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- excessfinesse
- May 10th, 18:19
When i leave the club im like "whos commin wit me"
pokets empty, tipsy, but still whip dfa bentley
benz beamer or volts wagon
when the swag is out im shaggin
grab one undefeated chick and rock her no slackin
she want more given an encore
rough smackin
tactically tackle strategicly angle
g spot- hit every time
man handle
the chick cant handle the freak in me
peak reached easily
satisfaction distributed evenly
tounge manuvering spirals from cheek to cheek
when under the bed we dont sleep
compete to beat the best
n i wont rest til the job is done
i dont want to be the one to grab a gun a bust first
so i instigate and wait for her to throw the punch
Man, i beat her like a game of chess
every move possable's the best
i am the winner!
settle for her for breakfast lunch and dinner
ill take her with me where ever i go
u lookin for a good time?
i got that you know??
Slow, soft and sexy
hot hard and heavy,
what ever u want holla at me
to be continued....
- work in progress
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- excessfinesse
- May 10th, 14:18
Upon this magnificent little world reined a pitiless dictator. With a castle in the sky, she overlooked across the infinite meadow touched by the passionate warmth of guiding light. Soon, the only inhabitant of this world of tyranny grew tired of the constant assaults from up above and shot down the floating palace. The immense hide out of the oppressor collided with the beautiful world and laid waste to everything. The once glorious land was desolate, in ruin and dying. However, the massive impact did not harm the ruler. She emerged unscathed, an immediately after, the oppressed fought the oppressor. At the climax of the confrontation, there would be no winner. The autocrat escaped. Expecting an unavoidable assault, the oppressed fortified the land, converting a Utopia to a land ready for war….
For years, the oppressed remained vigilant, constantly looking towards the boundary of his land to never be taken by surprise. Then, amidst an exceptionally stormy night, a trespasser wandered across the mine infested field, triggering hundreds of hidden bombs. The explosion rattled the land, causing earthquakes and volcanic eruptions. Through the entire calamity, she remained unaffected. With the world behind her melting in an immeasurably intense inferno, the light of the destruction illuminated her face with shadows, briefly exposing her face to the oppressed. Upon this visual, the oppressed remembered a feeling long forgotten. The feeling entered from the ground. It slowly loosened his body and soon, the oppressed was released from his never ending conflict.
He could breathe at last. His eyes opened for the first time and shivered after seeing his once peaceful home transformed into a dreadful land of carnage. Where there were once endless fields of grass, the ground was shattered and charred. Trees that reached pass the clouds were nothing but ashes. She asked “Is this your land?” ashamed, the oppressed responded “No, this is not where I am from. I lived in a beautiful land, untouched by malice.
