Spoken Poetry: Stream of consciousness →
rodsimas: I’ve been gathering thoughts, dreams, Sounds of me in nights of illusion and days of hard labor. Caught in a gap of a strange silence Made up of morning rides along the coast Through hills covered with frost and snow And afternoons of tiredness I see myself immersed…
viathevoid: kushandcake: CLICK THE SQUARES.
El tiempo perdido es lo único que no se recicla.
Mirror on the wall (MJ taught me that) here we are again through my rise and...– Lil Wayne
Never should have listen to the serpent, you shot yourself in the foot again.– Example
Cause on the streets or under the corner we’re stuck like two pieces of...– Simple Plan
I’m better off on my own