I was honestly sitting on the beach trying to learn rap God by Eminem, but I'm not a rap God - I'm the goddess of darling intent - I don't need to smack talk - everybody knows it's obvious the infringement.. they keep us stupid till we're pissed off - repeatin history- pretending like patterns and people don't go hand-in-hand - but it's called protohistory.
Imagine our natural state, inordinate minds to define what truly did make us but wee copies of copies of copies... living in honeycombs, eating toffee, drinking coffee, it don't bother me that I'm stupid or thay I ought to be.
Now they say I'm dancing with the devil, Satans Harlot - but what I'm after is Autonomy
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