Consider this the blog to end all blogs! No musings of muses, no mention of men. The fight I fight is for fighting's right to be the best I am. A rhythm of rhyme with no rhyme or reason, an act of love or an act of treason, no matter which way you slice my bread, I too shall act until I am dead.
There's much to make of a maker's make, to meet your maker though, a grand mistake, for to take one's life one must reveal the secret of Caramilk and all that's concealed, that last little line had no point at all, but to point out one's faults is inconsiderate.
When I said I'm gonna ramble and rave, t'was no illusion that I gave that I'm gonna say what's on my mind and if you don't mind I'll act in kind, and allow you a chance to post your views, so long as you don't mention that stupid muse!
Just thought I'd do something different.
Done.
EM
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You have too much time on your hands, you need a hobby.
Jetboy I'm convinced you've gone mad. But maybe you've got a career in rap!
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