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    dots Submission Name: Between the Barsdots
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    Author: Passionbyapathy
    ASL Info:    23/M/Columbus, Ohio
    Elite Ratio:    5.29 - 207/277/230
    Words: 781
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsBetween the Barsdots
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    I've got to suspend this sense of separation
    we as a people have unified duties and dedication
    to our society and the betterment of this great nation
    we're apprehensive about how to move past this situation
    definition of good governing and an opposite actualization
    expedition in the wilderness of self-estimation
    can we do it ourselves with you out of the picture taken?
    repetitious minds seek states of optimization
    seeking new sensations, new dimensions of existence
    new elation to ration out, new smiles to wear about
    instead of a nation of new slaves and empty explanations
    start a new page without the old sedation
    without the lies we sell each other to further mistaking
    our present for the past, already past that position
    pacing about this room a tad too fast to place
    last to class, late to the party
    but you can watch as I bring the class back
    I'm a class act, acting like a real ass
    but that's the brass tax of real freedom
    sometimes saying stupid shit without a real reason
    that's humanity, mistakenly labeling our insanity
    There are those that sell out at every step
    hit every branch on the way up
    sell off their soul just to stay up
    selling out tours for the fans like a lay-up
    while the trim suits and pyramid bankers keep on
    selling their souls up the river like crude oil
    leaving less soil for our crops or foundations
    shucking shells and cracking earth
    fracking shale and shaking the planet
    leaving less nature for future generations
    better get used to pavement and tar drip
    anticipation must be oozing out of this pen tip
    set ourselves up for the fall or at least a big trip
    down the stairs we built up with debt and pink slips
    big sips of soft drinks, choking on fast food
    the multinational monopolizing burger shacks
    the heart attacks and double stacks
    the race to the end and back
    why can't we support each other
    why are there only snakes and ladders
    when you're on the right track
    snake eyes and mindless chatter
    behind kind backs and bloody splatters
    why all the hateful clattering
    why do people always preach while they're prattling
    always trying to ride while they're still saddling
    too busy trying to drive while they're still iddling
    I've got half a mind to halt this
    before my brain starts rattling around my skull
    chop wit up and out like newsprint for breakfast,
    eat too much of my own words for dessert
    desert you so quick I forget to leave a tip
    turn it all off, mind still spinning
    with inertia, see? some momentum can make a killing.
    some ceilings exist just to hold up all the shillings
    sometimes the sky is the bar just to keep us ever building
    hip-hop's disparity isn't fair to me or anybody
    because the rap game now is like a gaudy parody
    playing the same cards they've been busy carrying
    wearing gold chains that keep em chained to the same game
    trying to dig up the same shit they've been busy burying
    proclaiming themselves prophets, gods, big walkers
    big-talking sinners with money stuffed into silent coffers
    gold chains doubled up, like if you stunt, stunt proper
    like what you see? then why don't you make me an offer
    screaming vanity until the death of them
    long live the king of the game, until the king is dead again
    Lebron's the best but the cold old fans still want his head
    want his dunks fouled and his shots spiked without hesitance
    for the fair-weather fans and media war-mongers
    they'll mince the words in your head again
    grind all your beef into the ground and then
    sell you and a friend out just to settle in
    cut deep just to feel like they're better and
    its contagious
    I watch good people cause real pain and
    it's ignorance at its base, but further propagated
    by ignorance on the television, internet, and the cold
    division of the people like a new dimension
    to existing in this time suspended
    repercussions be damned, I'd like a new position
    like to take it to a new place for the sake of it
    bring it back just to prove I'm at home with it
    spit fresh because I let my cash flow slow a bit
    more time to dedicate to the wordplay
    more to say when I'm not slaving for low pay
    not throwing in the towel just calling a new
    play action where I switch up my route
    and bait and take em for the whole of it
    use me sure, but you're the whore for it
    I'm worth more respect, I'm fucking sure of it




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      Sometimes you just embody something and carry it through until it stands on its own. This was one of those times. I usually just listen to music until the mentality strikes and drink a couple energy drinks. I feel this message like I feel a lot of messages. This world is full of them. Lefts, rights, wrongs, and neutrality. I just want to paint my pictures and live free and happy in the country I love. If you have a real problem with the social context of this write then God help us. I do have a bit of a problem with fracking I believe it causes earthquakes. I do think the shutdown was worse than real bipartisan legislating. But they fucking avoided the issue again. Guess since I'm indebted too I shouldn't complain... But things will get better. Mine will be knocked out within a year or so. I plan to put extra into it. I'm trying to think forward... But things are hard.
    | Posted on 2013-11-06 00:00:00 | by Passionbyapathy | [ Reply to This ]
      I love a fighter. Seriously this was a lot of fun for me. Thanks!

    Bruce

    PS: Surely the likes of us are more than incessant barratry
    | Posted on 2013-11-05 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]


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