face roosteratiel but its locked

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Author Topic: face roosteratiel but its locked  (Read 3590 times)

you are garbage for even downloading my stuff ree
« Last Edit: February 09, 2018, 09:19:45 PM by Lapis the Floran »


i approve of this
thank you
also it has been like a loving half a hour since i posted the face

gr8dayseth face

HOTLINE SPIKES
Headless
I skid like Rita lifted ocean
I drift like my planet don’t spin
I skid all over marks like I’m haunted
Rev it up, twirl my la-la like profits
It’s never much, I’m war-torn in the roosterpit
Don’t interrupt, my turbulence slaps
My path massive, demands panoramic
Massive
stuffty, you’re ten thousand leagues subzero sweat dripping
My Hanrooster do-rag riptides like tent city
Standoff through lowlands eerie silencing
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Peel out, press me to magnetic slab
Severe swerving, I tow lag
Off uncertainty 'til your zipper locks
My salvia silhouette commence shots
Sixty shots a second on a hexed clock
I strike ‘tween each time your solar plex drops
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
I’m skidding out
I can’t help yourself, I skid in doubt
I’ve dealt with yourself, I tricked hell out
I’m all helter-skelter, I’m on that Faust
None of me left but reflex skidding out
Pulse in my chest feel like it’s fixing to bounce
Bounce, bitch, I can’t be the road
I’m crashing into planes, I crash and stroll
Maxed out my oath
Don’t blame me, I’ve no soul
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
My skids 'til the brink, I jizz snowmen
Tall knives in my grill feel potent
My jigsaw manipulates you open
My skids rit rubbernecks agent orange
I skid like I’m no use
My headband expand like I choose juice
I binge, all-black enhance my tragic
Ends to a means I can’t establish
Noise of nomads on sapphire spice
Cumulus in both hands, can’t kill myself twice
Pawns tremble like carrots wielded by duppies
Traumatized on for size, roadkill hides like yuppies
I’m too passcode, these gates won’t stay closed
Control gets old, I smash out my skin
My vessel thrown like slack at the wind
I’m finally astral now, grab my stems
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
« Last Edit: February 02, 2018, 11:59:18 PM by Lapis the Floran »

o wow i didn't expect that LOL
thank :p

« Last Edit: February 03, 2018, 12:44:17 PM by Lapis the Floran »

SPIKES SPIKES SPIKES SPIKES SPIKES

do you even listen to death grips ?