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25-Dec-2016 06:04

joints rolled with single ply toilet paperburning through precious pot in the seaside woods where Indiansused to die She, curling hands,flattens a photograph of three kids in swimsuits and baseball capscrouched under the rainy eaves of a waterslidelighting a one hitter and gazing at their tiny dying worldnow like a centerfoldit's covered in lubricant sweat and spittleafter too much time under the wrong beds She sits on this small fountainwistfully blinking and sucking down the cigarettes she wishes she could lock back upkneading her dead legs and wonderingif it's better to have a past smudged by erasersor mottled with bruises instead of making them feel at homewe are telling them to go back homehave we got no shame calling our brothers and sisters foreigners in their own motherland?

Feed them the lion and they go for the head I can't sleep The insomniac back I want him I have him But not quite He doesn't know I like him Idk if he likes me I'm stuck Idk what to do I'm upset Fustrated Sad Angry Messed up Verge of tears This fucken shit Sucks I hate this bullshit Three children sit behind a dumpsteroutside of the Pier Pizza Parlorunaware that they are children Seven years later walking past Bridge Squarea girl remembers Fuck we're out of cigarettesand my mom's fucken car is locked.

I was born a mistake, And I'm not good at math, But you plus me, Seems like the right path, I know cause I've learned, How much I love you in truth, Real love like this can exsist in a youth, But a youth no more, And a man come true, You have no idea how much pain i've endured for you, And I'd do all fucken again! I try because I love you, And care beyond the love an elder, A mistake can be fixed, Ask a teacher or a welder, Ask how can you fix it, A problem such as this?

To you I have no worth, With no idea why, People always ask why even try?

People are sharing their own stories of loved ones who’ve suffered cancer and Samuel’s replying to them all.

ohlooming down, wafts of armpit vapour cloud; a looming puft that surroundsengorged by the scent as it circles u, the mouth that lowered onto uchews u and spills bits of uchomp chompprotein for vegetarians; u; ur rigour ur vigour ur guts eaten in a flurry of chomps and slurps and it crunches and it grateslike the rocks on the balls of ur feet it grates u are digestedand reusedas they would likebut for them; for a collective u dived intofor fun2 days to peddle ur waresto progress ( admittedly through some days of regression…)for all humans, and Humans; for funon monday we will repentfor the damages waged on the inside of the bodyand the outsides toofor some gain i guess on this which we settlefor always for display for fun fuck this beast that haunts this cave Im not fucking sharing it anymoregot my sharp stick and courage to wavergonna stab that motherfucker right in the heart Ill spill my blood in bowls full before i yield this fightfuck this monster that rises in my chestgonna stomp it back into the mother fucking groundgot my high heel boots on to tread its dread Ill break my legs in a thousand places before I quit this fightfuck the fuckin HATERS who think that Ive got to stink before they shinefuck all the bullshit that fucks with your mindfuck it all, forget the scoreit never fucken mattered anywaycause I was never approved to play I play any way because Im gonna fuck that demon upyou know the one that blackend up my soulthe days are fucken numberedit stops here cause I aint got no fucken time for that fucken shit anymore.

Break me, And shatter me, When I try so hard, Birth is a cut, And life is the scar, Experience the operation, Watch the one's that go far, And the one's that fall down, Into a life of a frown, Two arms with no hugs, Two lips with no kisses, His mind is on drugs, So he swings and he misses, Himself high above the rest, Only because heaven's near by, Flying so high that I can kiss the sky, I'm so close up to heaven I just want to die, Cause the pain that I feel, I cannot take anymore!

Reverie - Ain't no Motha Fucken Thang (Intro) "Woolgathering" Album - Reverie (Prod. AIN' T NOBODY GONNA WIN EM ALL, DOG, THAT' S HOW IT GOES.

Facebook.com/reveriepug Twitter.com/reverielove Reverielove. Soundcloud.com/reverielove Rapgenius.com/reverielove AIN' T NO MOTHA FUCKEN THANG THAT BE BETTER THAN MY CITY! SHIT' S LOW KEY GETTING ACTIVE SO I' M STAYING ON MY TOES.

People are sharing their own stories of loved ones who’ve suffered cancer and Samuel’s replying to them all.

ohlooming down, wafts of armpit vapour cloud; a looming puft that surroundsengorged by the scent as it circles u, the mouth that lowered onto uchews u and spills bits of uchomp chompprotein for vegetarians; u; ur rigour ur vigour ur guts eaten in a flurry of chomps and slurps and it crunches and it grateslike the rocks on the balls of ur feet it grates u are digestedand reusedas they would likebut for them; for a collective u dived intofor fun2 days to peddle ur waresto progress ( admittedly through some days of regression…)for all humans, and Humans; for funon monday we will repentfor the damages waged on the inside of the bodyand the outsides toofor some gain i guess on this which we settlefor always for display for fun fuck this beast that haunts this cave Im not fucking sharing it anymoregot my sharp stick and courage to wavergonna stab that motherfucker right in the heart Ill spill my blood in bowls full before i yield this fightfuck this monster that rises in my chestgonna stomp it back into the mother fucking groundgot my high heel boots on to tread its dread Ill break my legs in a thousand places before I quit this fightfuck the fuckin HATERS who think that Ive got to stink before they shinefuck all the bullshit that fucks with your mindfuck it all, forget the scoreit never fucken mattered anywaycause I was never approved to play I play any way because Im gonna fuck that demon upyou know the one that blackend up my soulthe days are fucken numberedit stops here cause I aint got no fucken time for that fucken shit anymore.

Break me, And shatter me, When I try so hard, Birth is a cut, And life is the scar, Experience the operation, Watch the one's that go far, And the one's that fall down, Into a life of a frown, Two arms with no hugs, Two lips with no kisses, His mind is on drugs, So he swings and he misses, Himself high above the rest, Only because heaven's near by, Flying so high that I can kiss the sky, I'm so close up to heaven I just want to die, Cause the pain that I feel, I cannot take anymore!

Reverie - Ain't no Motha Fucken Thang (Intro) "Woolgathering" Album - Reverie (Prod. AIN' T NOBODY GONNA WIN EM ALL, DOG, THAT' S HOW IT GOES.

Facebook.com/reveriepug Twitter.com/reverielove Reverielove. Soundcloud.com/reverielove Rapgenius.com/reverielove AIN' T NO MOTHA FUCKEN THANG THAT BE BETTER THAN MY CITY! SHIT' S LOW KEY GETTING ACTIVE SO I' M STAYING ON MY TOES.

and pretty much any other iconic local production you can name announced overnight he can no longer “play pretend on telly while our families are falling”. As I squiggled my way slowly through this brilliant fucking country of ours, I met many of you in person, in the same boat as me, and soon enough I was riding for all of us, for every family in this country being terrorised by cancer.” Describing cancer as “the last true riddle of our time”, Johnson launched into a passionate declaration of why he feels he has to make this step; and what larger problems the sector is facing on a federal level.“I won’t play pretend on television while science is being murdered. I promised that I would help raise M for those brilliant bloody scientists and researchers at the Garvan Institute of Medical Research.“We’re not going to get there if I’m off gallivanting. Not until we get to that M and show those faceless fuckers at the top end of town just how serious we are about research here at ground level.“Call me Molly if you like.