Posted February 22, 2018 there is always a weapon we carry. so I thought in the beginning it was music, until a fat fuker crushed my trumpet. the one thing that is tied to me soul, is not mthe articluation of my breath, not my steps, its tha sparrow i took a million years to pull out of the construction tarp. its not the white thail whose chin i scratched, its ... what the Devil branded me with, madness, confusion, and the ability to shape it with a sloppy artifact. good luck spirits, who carv this world with yer songs. it s a terribble walk to the blue skies. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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Posted February 22, 2018 59 minutes ago, Vassago said: there is always a weapon we carry. so I thought in the beginning it was music, until a fat fuker crushed my trumpet. the one thing that is tied to me soul, is not mthe articluation of my breath, not my steps, its tha sparrow i took a million years to pull out of the construction tarp. its not the white thail whose chin i scratched, its ... what the Devil branded me with, madness, confusion, and the ability to shape it with a sloppy artifact. good luck spirits, who carv this world with yer songs. it s a terribble walk to the blue skies. You are a different kind of guy... 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted February 22, 2018 (edited) Hey fishndude57, where is you philosopher/translator Jethro, when we need him? Edited February 22, 2018 by Johnboy#1 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted February 22, 2018 That's either beautiful or effing nuts. Not sure yet. 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted February 22, 2018 4 minutes ago, Johnboy#1 said: Hey fishndude57, where is you philosopher/translator Jethro, when we need him? I googled the whole paragraph, Jethro said...Huh? 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted February 23, 2018 13 hours ago, Vassago said: there is always a weapon we carry. so I thought in the beginning it was music, until a fat fuker crushed my trumpet. the one thing that is tied to me soul, is not mthe articluation of my breath, not my steps, its tha sparrow i took a million years to pull out of the construction tarp. its not the white thail whose chin i scratched, its ... what the Devil branded me with, madness, confusion, and the ability to shape it with a sloppy artifact. good luck spirits, who carv this world with yer songs. it s a terribble walk to the blue skies. Bring me a double of whatever he's having. 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted March 5, 2018 Baal? Are you talking Goetia? 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites