Bottoms DownA Poem by Cash IconoclastSide Two of the The Box Fantastick Musik ProjectMY BROS SAID THAT THEY THINK THAT THEY KNOW HOW I FEEL BUT I'M CHAINED TO NIGHTMARES LIKE J. LO IN THE CELL BUT I ROLL WITH IT WELL STAY FOCUSED AND CHILL THROUGH THE HOPELESS ENDEVORS OF EMOTIONS COLLECTED WASH THE NEGATIVE 80 PROOF SOMETHING OR OTHER MAYBE TWO SHOTS OF THE SAME THINGS ARE THE MOTHER OF FUCKERS DAYS ARE THE BROTHER OF BINGERS HUNG IN CONJUNCTION WITH OVER BASIC RELUCTANCE TO DRINKERS STUCK IN A SUFFERERS SOBER BECAUSE SOBRIETY SUCKS MORE THAN HOOVERS ON CARPET AND I KNOW ONCE I'M STARTED THERE'S NO REASON TO STOP IT I MAY WAKE UP TOMORROW IN SUCH A TERRIBLE PLACE BUT DUDE F**K IT I'M LOVING THE DRUNKEN NIGHT THAT WE MAKE AND I'M NOT FIGHTING TONIGHT WELL, MAYBE I MIGHT BUT THE GIN'S GOT ME HORNY SO I'M GONNA KICK IT WITH SHORTY I'M TRYING TO TALK TO HER SLOPPY SLURRING, BUT SHE UNDERSTANDS I'M TRYING TO SMASH IN THE BATHROOM NO THOUGHTS OF BEING HER MAN AND IF SHE'S WITH THE PLAN WE CAN SHOOT SEVEN SHOTS GET INCREDIBLY DRUNK HIT THE TELE AND F**K THEN FORGET IT TOMORROW TRY TO PIECE IT TOGETHER WHAT THE HELL WAS HER NAME WAS IT PEACE WHEN I LEFT HER? WELL, MY BACK IS ALL STRATCHED MISSING A COUPLE FEW RUBBERS HOW DID RYAN GET HOW AND WHERE THE F**K IS MY BROTHER PLUS MY CAR'S GOT A DENT IN IT AND I'VE GOT TWENTY MESSAGES FROM SOMEBODY NAMED KEISHA SOMEONE ELSE NAMED ALEXIS AND MY JOB, THEY'VE BEEN CALLING SUPPOSED TO BE THERE AT SEVENISH BUT WHEN I LOOK AT MY WATCH IT'S ALMOST TEN TO ELEVEN MAN GOD DAMN IT I'M NEVER GETTING THAT RIPPED AGAIN BUT RYAN CALLED ME AT FIVE AND HERE I AM BLITZED AGAIN
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Added on June 25, 2008 AuthorCash IconoclastDetroit, MIAboutWell... Bio- Life Graph- Write. Forget that. We are all headed toward death at a rapid pace. So here my first ever... NECROGRAPHY I drink too much. The End more..Writing
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