We are young Heartache to heartache we stand No promises no demands But LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD We are strong No one can tell us we're wrong Searching our hearts for so long
combination of leathal poetic esthetics, ive reached the nexus on those who test this, my heart is beyond what you can taste, ill combust and erupt upon those fakes, tampering with with my soul, keeping me from thespoils ive waited so long, to thrive upon. all you non-believers dont feel my loves fever, like she herself.. the reciever.
galaxies crumble when i mumble,forcing stumbles and shakes when i create for this goddess, i try modest!,but it never quite felt the same, as rearranging molecules and spitin the illest game, my name..you know, my flows , i show it. smackin the the shit out of mics, for rebecca tonight.
In the next few frames of the clip the one on the right reaches out to do her choreographed grab at thin air but overshoots it grabbing the middle one's scarf which wanders over too far. Unable to stop herself from continuuing the dance as her hands have suddenly gone numb from a minor aneurism despite retaining functionality, the one on the right then goes into her designated spin move half strangling the one in the middle. The one in the middle fights to retain her balance as she steps to the edge of the bed but can't manage it. She kicks the top mattress backwards and over the side as the one in the back wearing some sort of purple nurse's outfit tries jumping on the bed. But since the bed has now shifted, her ill fated jump coincides with the middle ones plummet to the floor and then off camera where we hear some sort of thudding-clanging sound. Purple nurse's foot catches on the mattress and doesn't clear. She falls short of the mark. Her shin lands on the corner edge of this little prop step used to aid her bounce onto the bed
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as well are you miss. blowstar
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ive reached the nexus on those who test this,
my heart is beyond what you can taste,
ill combust and erupt upon those fakes,
tampering with with my soul, keeping me from thespoils
ive waited so long, to thrive upon.
all you non-believers dont feel my loves fever,
like she herself.. the reciever.
galaxies crumble when i mumble,forcing stumbles
and shakes when i create for this goddess,
i try modest!,but it never quite felt the same,
as rearranging molecules and spitin the illest game,
my name..you know, my flows , i show it.
smackin the the shit out of mics, for rebecca tonight.
-shane
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13 going on 30 fucking rocks............
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