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Chapter V: II.II. 2015. The move (part II).

“Chapter summary: second part. This one follows Beca and Amy road-trip across the country, from Atlanta (GA) to Washington, DC -where they have to stay the night before hitting the road again to NY. Amy has a lot to say about Beca and Chloe's relationship during this trip...

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(II). June 12th, 2015. The road-trip. Atlanta-Greensboro-DC

Atlanta.

6am, ET (Atlanta) - 3am, PT (Portland).

"Why is it 6am already? So sooooon" came Amy's sleepy voice when she heard the alarm went off.

"Ugh, I know, dude. It's too soon" came Beca's response in between yawns. "Okay, I'm gonna go take a quick shower since I'm the one who'll drive for the first 5 hours. Get ready, Ames".

"Ye... yeah. Let me know when you're ready so I could jump in the shower myself".

"Okay...".

The clock struck 6.30 am when the two women were finally ready. They left their attic room they've been sharing for the last three years and went straight downstairs towards the Bellas' kitchen.

"Coffee right away, Amy please. I need multiple shots of coffee right now" Beca demanded.

"Would you like me to fill a thermo for us to take away?".

"Pretty please".

"I happen to have a few syringes, too. In case you know..." Amy imitated the gesture as if she was injecting something into her veins trough some syringe.

"Wh... I don't wanna know why or how you managed to get those syringes, actually... Anyway. I say we grab some pastries, some bread or toast, two bottles of water and definitely coffee to take away and we hit the road. We're late already...".

"Start the car, then. I'll bring the cavalry" Amy proposed, so Beca exit the Bellas' house one last time to get to her car. Her gaze found the house she lived in for almost the entire time of her uni period and a sad smile appeared on her face. She, then, took her phone out of her pocket jeans and took a photo of what it will be her happiest and last memory of Barden.

"Look at this place... So sad already 😟 I'm gonna miss it here" Beca texted Chloe as she sent the picture she just took of the Bellas' house. "Anyway, it's 6.35 am here in Atlanta. We're about to hit the road. I'm gonna drive for 5 hours, aprox. We'll be stopping at some point in North Carolina to switch places with Amy, don't know where or when would that be. I'll let you know as soon as we decide something. Morning, btw 😊”.

"Start the car! Beca, start the caaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!!!! C'mooooon" Amy began shouting and running with several bags on her hands once she'd exit the Bellas' house.

"Dude, Amy. Why are you screaming? And why are you running? If Aubrey could see you right now..." Beca asked through the car's open copilot door.

"Nothing in particular... I've always wanted to say that as if we were on a movie, you know. Like we could've just robbed a bank and you'd be the getaway driver, so I figured why not" said Amy, looking directly at Beca, who was sat down in the pilot's car seat.

"What?" Beca furrowed her brown -she was always so confused by the Australian... "Why are you carrying so many bags? Have you left something in there?"

"Water, milk, some veggie food and... I think that's all. Look, Beca, no one's here at the moment and we're not ever getting back here, so..." Amy said, as she took the copilot seat.

"Fair enough, Ames..." Beca answered, as she closed her car side's door. "Safety first. Seat belt?"

"Check" Amy affirmed.

"Okay, then we're reaaadyyy. NY, we're coming for you!"

"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Let's gooooo"

And the two women began their road-trip journey to NY. First stop: somewhere in North Carolina to continue to DC.

Atlanta-Greensboro.

Around 11am, ET (somewhere in North Carolina) - Around 8am, PT (Portland).

"Okay, Ames. I think we've almost completed half of the road-trip to DC. This little 'fella' here says we're about to arrive in Salis...bury?" Beca said, pointing at the car's GPS.

"Where is that?" asked Amy.

"North Carolina, apparently?"

"I don't even know where that is! Anyway, when do you wanna switch places?"

"I'm good for another hour, that would make my 5 hour-drive mark. You good to switch places in an hour? That way we both drive for 5 hours or so".

"Yeah, no problem. That means I'll get to change the music playlist? 'Cause I gotta say, this man right here has no rhythm at all" Amy agreed.

"What are you talking about? Johnny Cash is a country legend, dude! He's the fucking 'Man in black'! Perfect playlist to listen to while driving through the country roads! And he actually had a song titled 'Get rhythm', just so you know".

"Whateveeeeer".

"You literally have no idea! Anyway, grab the GPS and look where we can stop in less than an hour or so, wherever might that be" Beca asked, who was still driving and focused on the road ahead.

"On it. Let's see... Oh, god".

"Amy, what the fuck? I can't pay attention to you right now! I'm driving!"

"Sssshhhh, the GPS just slipped off my hands, but I'll find it".

"Dude, you're such a terrible road-trip buddy".

"Okay, I got the little bastard. Um... So we're around... which was the city we just left behind? Sals... something?"

"Salisbury, yeah".

"Riiiiight. Okay, so apparently we have a bunch of cities ahead before we get to the next state" Amy checked.

"Okay, then pick one of them before arriving there. Whichever you like the most".

"What about Greensboro? Sounds cool".

"Is that an hour or so apart from wherever we are now?"

"45 minutes according to this".

"That'll do. Greensboro it is".

Greensboro.

Around 12am, ET (Greensboro) - Around 9am, PT (Portland).

Beca and Amy just arrived in Greensboro. They looked for a right spot to stop the car at, took the coffee thermo Amy filled before leaving Atlanta with them, and the two women stepped out of the car to stretch their legs a little.

Beca took her phone and took a picture of the street she and Amy were at. 'I mean, it's not exactly NG quality material but it's something...' -Beca started typing on her phone. 'This is the looovely Greensboro we're at right now, North Carolina apparently. We stopped here to stretch our legs a little -we've been on the road for like 5 hours now and we still have another 4-5 hours ahead before we arrive in DC. Amy's gonna drive from now on. We leave in 10 minutes -12am o'clock. It's 9am in Portland... Shouldn't you get up of bed already? 🙄'

"Okay, so right now we're just 4 hours and a half away from DC, right? And we've been on the road for another 5 hours or so. So we're pretty okay on time" Beca pointed out after putting the phone back on her jeans back pocket. She, then, took a sip of coffee and handed the thermo back to Amy.

"So Chloe's habits finally rubbed off on you... You got this pretty under control".

"Yeah, since you're a disaster... Even I have to got things under control when you're around...".

"That's also right. I would've get lost before leaving Atlanta...".

"And that's why I have to take care of delicate things like this one, in case you're wondering".

"That's also so very Chloe of you..."

"Whatever, Amy..." Beca rolled her eyes. "Are you good to go?" the woman asked as she began walking rapidly towards where they parked the car, desperately looking for a way out of the conversation while giving her back to Amy -Beca wanting to avoid eye contact with the Australian, who the brunette felt she was about to come out with some sort of  'Bhloe' undeniable fact.

"Hey, send a letter when you get to the car. I have no intention to walk faster. You know my deal with cardio" Amy shouted.

"Yeah, you're pretty much allergic to it..." Beca whispered once she got to the car.

Amy get to the car a couple of minutes later, she sat down, closed the door, put the seat beat on and started the car.

"Let's burn this roaaads!" Amy encouraged.

"Eeeeeasy, Ames" Beca grinned. "Okay, let's go to DC".

Greensboro-DC.

Around 1pm, ET (Greensboro) - Around 10am, PT (Portland).

'Wake uuuuuuup, dude. Amy's playlist is literally a physical torture my ears wished they're deaf 😟' Beca typed on her phone and put the device down right beside the car's gear shift.

Beca slowly began to open her eyes, waking up after a while, just to found Amy grabbing and shaking her by her left shoulder. "Dude, what's up? Why do you do this stuff? Why are you like this?" Beca asked in a sleepy tone.

"Beca! Wake up!"

"Don't you see that I'm trying that already?! Jeez..." Beca said

"Your phone's getting crazy! It won't stop vibrating!"

"Oh... I hope it's not job related or I'm screwed..." Beca said as she unlocked the device screen.

"Are you fired?" Amy asked.

"... It's just Chloe".

"Since when do you guys text each other so feverishly?".

"What?" Beca asked, looking confused. "Amy, it's Chloe. We're always texting".

"Why did you skip the 'so feverishly' part?".

"Not relevant? I mean, I told her I will be texting her during the road-trip. No big deal".

"Ahaaaaa!".

"Aha what?" Beca rose her eyebrows.

"Don't you see where am I going with this?".

"Not a clue, honestly".

But Beca knew the moment Amy joked about Chloe's habits rubbing off on her when they were in Greensboro earlier, she was just trying to avoid the 'Bhloe' topic conversation.

"You and Chloe are always texting and you just made no big deal about it...".

"Yeah... 'cause it's not a big deal, Amy?".

"But you're always texting each other, you guys!".

"Only because we've always been texting each other! It's just how it is, I don't know dude".

"Doesn't that tell you something? You don't usually text me..."

"Amy, Chloe's my best friend! Of course I usually text her...".

"What? Am I not your best friend?!".

"Uh... I mean, you are one of my best friends. But with Chloe... I don't know, it's just different..."

"Ahaaaa! I caught you with your guard down..."

"Wh... I said nothing!" Beca protested.

"Oh, but you said enough... Now answer her, she seemed very anxious...".

That left Beca thinking about what just happened. Yeah, she and Chloe were always texting each other, 'cause they've always been. It was more than an habit, more than a thought -it'd always came as a natural thing for them to do, to act like this when they were around each other even if that was miles apart. They've always had this unspoken thing floating between them. And Beca started placing that 'thing' some weeks ago...

Since the Bellas spend that weekend at Aubrey's retreat as a preparation for Worlds. The look she shared with Chloe that final night by the campfire left her wondering if those feelings had always been there -only it was right there, in that very intimate moment, when she started identifying them as what they were: a crush, maybe? And yeah, she was pretty excited about the fact she will be sharing an actual home with Chloe, her best friend after all, in New York. That's why she was letting Chloe know all the details of this road-trip: she loved to share things with her, making the redhead part of her 'journey'. Whatever that 'journey' was.

"Bhloe will riiiiiiiseeeee" Amy sang softly.

"Amy! Enough of that!".

"Yeah, okay. But you do realize you haven't mention Jesse not one single time, right? You pretty much text Chloe as if she was your girlfriend instead..." Amy pushed.

'Shit' thought Beca.

"Do you always have to push things to the limit?" Beca sighed.

Amy shrugged and Beca chose the silence, only her brain was working a thousand revolutions per second. The brunette, then, rested her head by her car's side window and closed her eyes. She knew Amy had a point, and she knew her friend was right: she completely forgot about Jesse -being the man Beca's actual boyfriend. He lived miles apart, on the other side of the country now she'll be living in New York. With Chloe. Not with him, but with Chloe. Not with her boyfriend, but with her best friend -the person Beca happen to have a crush on. 'I'm so screwed' Beca thought to herself.

The brunette opened her eyes, at properly on the car's seat and unlocked her phone to read the messages Chloe had sent her a while ago.

'Oh my god, Bec, I'm so sorryyyy! I thought I left my phone plugged during the night, but I actually forgot to do that and the thing ran out of battery! 😭 So obviously the alarm didn't go off and I overslept 😴 sooo late...'.

'Anyway, I see the road-trip is going pretty good? Except for the wanting to be deaf part... That is complicated given you're stuck with Amy... what? 4 more hours or so? Don't woooorry, you'll liiiiive. Where are you guys now?' said the texts Chloe sent to Beca.

So Beca decided to reply. 'Yeah, you're definitely not helping by counting the time left... Maybe I'll live, but my ears? Listening to the Spice Girls in a loop for two hours? Yeah, good luck with that...'.

'Couldn't reply earlier. Felt asleep for an entire hour 😴 Don't know where we are exactly, but pretty sure it's already Virginia' Beca typed, recoiling a little.

"You really made my day, Amy... Congrats" Beca said sharply -sarcasm was Beca's ultimate weapon- and left the phone somewhere in the car.

"Shhhhh... You'll thank me one day" Amy reassured.

"Whatever. Any idea where we are?".

"Why are you asking me? You're the one who knows this country!".

"You're the one driving, Amy! You should know where we are any moment! 'Cause you know, the signs and all that... And this? Not happening anymore. I'm putting a stop to this" Beca said irritably, pointing to the CD entrance.

"What? No!"

"Amy, c'mon. The Spice Girls? On loop? Seriously, I can't take more crap today! I'm ejecting this right now" Beca said as she pressed the eject button. "Radio will do just fine".

"Hey, Beca, look! Road sign coming! What does it say, can you see it?".

"5 miles to Richmond, which means less than 2 hours to arrive in DC. Yay!".

"Yeeeeeessss!".

Meanwhile, a familiar melody came out of the radio. And as a few chords began to play...

"Oh yeeeeahhh! The boss came here to rooock!" screamed Amy.

"You know 'Thunder road'?" Beca asked, surprised.

"Of course! Who do you think I am?".

"Wait. Do you know Springsteen's music?".

"I mean who doesn't?!" Amy answered, Beca shook her head in approval as in 'fair enough'. Seconds later, the two women began singing at the top of their lungs.

"... as the radio plays / Roy Orbison's singing for the lonely" then the two women look each other and pointed their index fingers to one another, while they kept singing "Hey, that's me and I want you only / Don't turn me home again / I just can't face myself alone again / Don't run back inside / Darling you know just what I'm here for [...]".

By the time the song came near to its end, Beca and Amy lost themselves on the song's lyrics and melody. Beca turned the volume up and threw her arms trough the air while kept singing, Amy joined her. "Oh, oh take my hand / We're riding out tonight to case the promised land / Oh, oh thunder road. Oh thunder road, oh thunder road / Lying out there like a killing in the sun / Hey, I know it's late we can make it if we run / Oh, thunder road sit tight / Take hold, thunder road [...]".

"That was pretty awesome, huh. Cooling off the tension..." Amy said while chuckling as the song finished.

"I gotta admit it was, yeah" Beca was also chuckling. "Told you the radio would do just fine. Shame on you for listening The Spice Girls...".

"Whaaat? They're coool!".

"Yeah, cool as in '90's cool'. You're a bit late for that, Ames" Beca grinned, as she grabbed her phone once she found it.

She noticed she had a new message notification. It was Chloe's.

'Everything okay?' said the text. 'Shit. She noticed. How the hell she can always tell?' thought Beca. 'Cause yeah, Chloe noticed something went wrong with Beca the moment she stopped using personal pronouns, especially the ones who Beca was related to. And Chloe knew Beca would use this technique of hers whenever she felt emotionally troubled, 'cause if anything the redhead knew that was her best friend's ways of express herself. Chloe could easily identify whenever Beca was feeling okay, cloudy, moody, happy, sad, angry -any mood at all, really- through the brunette's way of typing. She knew her so well, after all.

That's why Chloe would never push Beca -she knew she needed time and space sometimes, to readjust, to found herself. And Beca knew that, she'd always felt so safe around Chloe. It was one of the qualities she appreciate it the most about Chloe. And the redhead also seemed to know Beca had always known that, too. That was also one of the reasons they understand each other so well: they were grateful to one another's sympathy. Fitting really well together.

'Yeah, just tired 😩 bonus: Amy was giving me such a headache. Sorry if I sounded so... me. You know how I can get sometimes' Beca texted Chloe back.

And Chloe, who seemed to be desperately waiting for Beca to answer, texted her immediately back.

Chloe: I know. You know you'll never have to worry about that 😊 everything okay now?

Beca did the same

Beca: I know, dude 😊 I'm always safe with you. Yeah, yeah, all good now. We did a sing-along 🎙️ haha

Chloe: haha 'Wannabe'?

Beca: dude, no way! Turns out Amy has a decent musical culture after all... We sang 'Thunder road'

Chloe: ooh! The boss is awes, isn't he?

Beca: definitely. Oh and by the way, we passed Richmond about ten minutes ago. We're a little closer to DC 🎉

Chloe: that's greeaat! 🎉

Beca: yeah. Maybe we'll get there in an hour or so... 🤞🏻

Chloe: at least you're not listening to The Spice Girls anymore?

Beca: thank god. This radio station saved my life, honestly. The music they're playing is like a perfect classic rock playlist 🖤

Chloe: sound very Beca... Hey, I'm gonna go packing now. Gotta travel tomorrow... 🙄 I'll text you later? x

Beca: I'm gonna have to sue you for excessive use of my buddy here 🙄 okay, go pack haha talk later!

Beca and Amy kept passing road signs and county roads. Cars kept passing by and the radio kept giving them memorable and classic rock songs such as 'Come as you are', 'Dream on', 'Stop crying your heart out', 'Reptilia', 'Don't stop me now', 'Supermassive black hole', 'Hurts so good', 'More than a feeling', 'Lyin' eyes', 'No one like you', 'Black hole sun', 'Fix you', 'Stairway to heaven', 'Hush', 'Back in black'', 'Light my fire' or 'The passenger'.

DC was now 20 miles away when...

"Dude, no way!" Beca screamed while smiling broadly and immediately reaching for her phone.

"What's up?" Amy asked, confused.

"Do you remember the concert Chloe and I attended back when we were still at Barden? In 2013?".

"The one I accidentally kept your ticket?".

"The very same, yeah...".

"How could I forget?" Amy joked, proudly.

"This guy's singing is that guy!".

'Hey, Chlo. You won't believe what just happened. Have I mentioned how much I love this radio station we tuned in yet? Anyway, the music they play was beyond awesome, but then they played 'Get better'! 🖤 🖤 🖤

Chloe's response came a minutes later. 'What?! 'Get better' as in Frank's newest single? ❤️'.

So Beca replied. 'Yeahyeahyeah!'.

And they started texting each other once again.

Chloe: aweeeeeees!!! I miss him 😭

Beca: me toooooo 😭 and listening to Frank without you... Not cool, dude.

Chloe: agreed. Shouldn't he have said anything about the new album by now?

Beca: that's riiight 😯 maybe soon?

Chloe: pleeeeease 😭 I'm done packing, by the way 🤛🏻

Beca: and we're like 15 miles away from DC 🤜🏻 I swear god I'll jump on the bed as soon as we get some motel room to crush on for the night

Chloe: and you'll fall asleep as soon as your head touch the pillow bed 😴

Beca: positive 😴 oh, shit! My phone's the one dying now. 15% of battery and going down... I don't think it'll make it to DC, but I'll plug it in once we've settled. Don't miss me too much until then 😛

Chloe: I'll try to live... 😛 x

DC.

Beca and Amy arrive in DC around 5pm, being settled half an hour later.

"KO" sighed Amy as soon she and Beca entered the motel room they will be staying the night at.

"Ugh, completely trashed" followed Beca, who began walking towards one of the single individual beds the motel room had. "I think I'm sleepwalking" she sighed.

"I'm gonna go to sleep like now" Amy said.

"Yeah, I'm following you".

"Night, road-tripping buddy".

"Night, Ames".

They both switched off the bulb lamps and lay down in their respective beds. Amy began snoring, Beca grabbed her phone while laying.

'We finally made it! Laying in bed already, I'm completely trashed 😴 I'm gonna go to sleep now. See you tomorrow at JFK, Chlo! Night! 😊' texted Chloe.

'We'll meet there at 2pm! See you tomorrow, Bec! 😊 x' Chloe’s text would say back.

[cedar-woods]

Trimix again... Hell Yeah!

About three years ago I first tried Trimix. For those who don't know, it is a compounded medication that is injected into the penis with a syringe to induce an erection. Prescribing involves going to a urologist having a test done which is basically an echogram taken before and after an injection. The urologist will then prescribe based on the results of the test. I had quite the experience with my first dosing/test, perhaps u/ShaktiAmarantha will be kind and link my then report to it for me, I'm not terribly computer literate and don't know how to find it without a looooooooooong search of my history. That said...

I had one helluva time with self injecting and after several failed attempts, quit trying. I went on a long search of herbs and herbal suppliments and not so legitimate uses of Viagra (which worked but left me worried as hell) Recently some routine testing took me back to my urologist and of course I brought up the use of Trimix again, and he renewed my prescription.

I've did a lot more reading on the subject, doing an internet search and reading every article that came up for 3 pages. In it I found a couple of important things that have helped me try Trimix again.

1) Lots of guys use insulin syringes. The syringes I was given three years back looked an awful lot like harpoons to me. In fact I was more than certain that they were harpoons and wondered just what kind of evil I had done in the world to deserve such karma. When I spoke with my urologist (actually his nurse practitioner) about it, I told her that my wife takes insulin and we have plenty of needles. She was fine with me using an insulin syringe and explained to me the dosing equivalents between millilitres and units. She pulled out one of those harpoons to show the delineations on the syringe body. I remembered that guy well.

2) Lidocaine is your friend. One of the suggestions on a page about injecting Trimix was to use a dab of over the counter lidocaine jell to numb the area where you are going to inject. This was on a urologist's page, so I figured it's a pretty legit thing, not some fly by night BS by a someone trying to sell a product. There are several lidocaine products sold as premature ejaculation aids that have a higher percentage of lidocaine than what is sold over the counter for pain relief at the drug store (9%-13% vs 4% and yes both are made within FDA guidelines), so I went to the local sex toy shop and bought a spray. (I later found the highest percentage cheaper through WalMart online, imagine that) Yes, the lidocaine helps it is very likely purely physcological but never the less if it helps at first...

3) I'm working on associating the injection with pleasure. There is nothing worse than having a case of ED (mine is due to cardiovascular issues and a couple of the associated medications) positive solution in hand and a fear of using it. If you look into Trimix one of the things you will find is lots of talk about priaprism and other issues caused by long term injecting. And if you are like me, a grower not a shower, a half inch needle looks like it's going to come out the other side of your fella, and then all the talk about not hitting veins, possible bruising and other rare but possible issues and having that needle just an inch away from your little man and I. Just. Couldn't. Do. The. Deed.

Till I got the lidocaine, used a needle and not a harpoon, and accepted the fact that if I didn't use this I was running the risk of hurting myself in other ways and besides, the hard on I get from Trimix beats anything else I've ever used including the little blue pills.

So the doc prescribed, gave me a starting dose (.1ml) and told me if needed i could up the dose by .05ml if needed to reach the desired harness (an erection hard enough for penetrative sex, not to last more than 30 minutes to an hour or so)

Sunday night Missus and I had date night and I successfully injected. YEAH!!! .1ml got me up, but them I lost it. Tonight we tried again, just to have a good hand job and some fun time watching porn vids. I injected (YEAH!!!!) .15ml got a nice hard on, she wanked me till I came (Yes the lidocaine works too ;) ) and we had a fun time together. And after I came my little fella returned to his normal self in an appropriate time.

I'm beginning to look forward to our next romp and having an erection that at once works like it's supposed to AND does not have nasty little side effects. I HATE yohimbe and while blue pills work I don't want to have to explain how I came to have them during a trip to the emergency room because I confused whether or not I took one or another medications.

So if you're having some ED issues, look into Trimix. The quality of erection is fantastic, there is some room for adjustment for quality and length of erection (Talk to your urologist) and while it can be a bit of a head trip to stick a needle into your penis, using a harpoon is not necessary. I've used a 29 guage 1/2" needle and a 31 guage 5/16" needle now. Both were about equally comfortable, both reached into the corpus cavernosa and neither left me thinking I was about to stab myself nor injure myself in any other way.

Yeah Trimix!!!

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[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Joker’s Wild

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Weigh less than many but don’t call me mini Not one to waste pennies Immobile blades, not choppin’ on 20’s Mobile stays paid; minutes got plenty No cash in the bank; gas tank close to empty Yet more retail sells in smells than Scentsy My girl is a fine dime that OG’s envy Eyes green, hairs red plus always wet and sticky Ever leaving; burning and hitting like a heathen But she keeps returning Even after pimping her out for earnings Yearning for touch; by lips or finger tips She’ll learn you quick; bi so no bias when she unzips She flips all day but still chills at night Herb Knight in hempen armor Helping get over bored again Charming prints, used to disarm alarms Prince Charmin to soft; armaments’ armed Minced off the first cut; rinsed off like shit stuck to shoes In truth, I like going overboard and harming Like Carmen, no one knows where to find me Moving timely; double check nobody’s behind me Grinding to shine even when it isn’t Vision remastered after seeing how biz went? 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Have H.G. mad as a hatter for penning this In lieu of Carrol; songs full of apparel Only autos should be tuned Putting hair pulling bitches on alert Better be careful Have them pissing; scared to twist up fisticuffs Baring tools; afraid to get face to face But I’m very cool; only thing up my sleeve is an Ace Thumping with my trump; then use the same spade to bury fools Joker’s wild; and I’ve been told the same Smoker’s smile plus a laugh cold and insane Broken stiles; never hold a flame to gain change Opening Styles all about showing up the Game At the Helm with a death wish like I’m hunting a hearse DRAC is the realm’s realest; still instilling hurts Curt versus legends or virgins; using perverse verses to abuse With no aversion to cursing this rough draft also the final version Shaft tough? Yes, when driven by me Not black enough to say I’m the bad-dest “shut your mouth…”, you see Keep it juicy; not goosing Lucy Truthfully I’m a prick spelt with a capital D Biggest you’ll meet; and above average in meat No need for lies; I know I satisfy Don’t believe me honey then come and see Relieve your cunny, have you cum a sea Endless returns like it’s my company Charge your Chakra; currently cum for free Currency for free milk? Then you can go ahead and get stepping permanently Ash into your urn Every sentence further sentencing eternity Hurting disconcertingly Adverting attacks; not possible when concerning me Genuine article Smashing particles like the Hadron at CERN discerning Emcees Splitting atoms While batting back at’em; scat’em like a cat. Kill every vermin I see Shivering cowards While stylishly delivering streets sermons for fees River of power That is, a strong flow with undertow current; currently Amped up Have them clammed shut; in bomb shelters like the emergency Is national But it’s natural to run urgently when faced by the beast from the murky deep Heard of me? Or been hurt by me? Try me when unworthy and meet A brief defeat By these feet. So take a seat or be beat down vertically Post mortem surgery Quicker to dig six one by ones; bury you very dirtily Curtly asserting Your curtains but far from my encore that’s a certainty Unmercifully Murdering psyches with words alone. Spurring the weak To purr back meek Lying while trying this Lion; King of Zion. Tired of burping these Babies and toddlers Going crazy searching for grown talent; licking talons and fangs thirstily Unnerving these Kids; knowing their lids will get peeled. Villain killing purposely Have curs cursing me Speaking cursively, curbing cohorts. Quit if your nursing teats Hyperbole Not when measured in pen; sink non-thinkers with ink poisoning Vent venom vehemently; little girls and boys playing with alloys Should quit banging noise My thoughts and voice concise Eyes on the prize; ions spliced off and thrown at my enemy’s head Radically rendering your ending; lending the term walking dead Stocking meds by the O-z From North of the O.C. Only importing the best, from Valleys’ in Cali to Co-towns alley’s G-13 and Maui Wowie The Doctor’s in Get re-T.A.R.D.I.S.; needing starting? Got Diesel too if you need to rally Tally the score Weighed straight, bud and not shake with proper tear drops; plus, I don’t dilly dally True wild card; evolved in being involved in anything called sin My balls’ in court never Alcohol in blood no more; instead soar above but feet still on the floor Claws in the ground This is my town. Come down sounding hard and I will leave you scarred With the loss of your crown Scalpel scalping. And if the laws in the Mudd come around? Still won’t be found. Proper noun; capital Artist using absurdly sharp wit for getting capital Known for ripping sharks to bits Sparks will arc; marked by X then know next your neck Will be stretched regardless Of your guards. I'll march right through your gardens. Embrace mayday Because by melee I have been hardened Leave them marveling at my carvings which cause starving Hungry but not eating beef; these freaking vegans are retarded Believe it’s better to give than receive Seas get wetter from here; forever in gear Achieving whatever I can perceive Seize vets ahead of my years; too clever for peers Deceiving none, yet some sectors still don’t bet on me Sieges settled in letters; vendettas never feared Easing at leisure; proceeding on with no etcetera Seasons become bygone; seasoning legions of chickens so long live Cain, King of Weird Erecting a dynasty Weapon selection is free form daggers called forth from the Nether Injecting arsenic Martial arsenal; impartial to arson. Coolly pulling the lever Irreverent to me Intellectual elephant and elegantly eloquent. Resisting transistors Close circuit Verdict shows consequences for the inoffensive; tethered to weather through endeavors On attack like a shredder Chipper sure as this plot runs redder Splendor found in splinters Cheddar made grating big cheeses Donning black and green Stripping clubs; beating pussies together Surrendering before being engulfed in embers Hand over your tender or be berated by Poetry, mixed with soul of the street Wholly complete when competing against the elite Never miss a beat; a capella teller Fellas that think they can swell up; one hell of whale tail Shelling out pain on the jealous Overzealous never. Well prepared with an umbrella Real life, not a telenovela Jotting rotten embellishments; relishing propellers developing yellows Punks pissing themselves when warships need worshipping Blood, sweat and oil mix Until the ill contents become flammable And all the malcontents Bow out; knowing good and well I’ll damn a fool Or a damsel If you think you can lay hands on me; your delusions are fanciful Panty puller Revealing fraudulent broads; inflict wounds that will require some gauze from the gods At odds with society Believe working a desk is a probity And I’m a writer Some consider a prodigy My odyssey cementing my property Foundation laid in Don't play pretend; make fake men Or women Shed their linens. Hollering no apologies; now follow me Make a joke out of any lesser F-5 force like Lesnar. Why so serious? Uncrowned underground jester Bound to pound the pavement With your cranium; straining some with that statement One truth inevitable Julian sliced in way that was absolutely unforgettable Unintelligible Little bulls should quit being foolish before getting whipped cool and made edible Cannibal but not named Hannibal Mechanically distributing electrically compressed waves To enslave your ladies Into behaving like a cowgirl; riding this bull and craving these testicles Undressing tools Cunning tongue; expelling fantasies for sensational pull Lessons blessing illiterate fools Honeys’ dribbling from touch so much they create literal pools In Sin City I rule Will not pity the drooling class; passionately fashioning Jewels Fastening dull blades To this mental lathe to gain edge; allegedly dredging up the typical Satirical lyrics searing spirits Phantom fandoms abandoning idols idling when I crash tidally Spiritually binding Ritual sacrifice; decisively knifing as if practiced on the habitual Basis. Run races never. Pace to slow. Basics way below. Spacing pros with tasteful prose Also slaying joes Embracing complacency only stagnates; changing notes lead to growth Flaying bros even Must stay on toes or fade; daily dough made by not taking a doze I only dose With Mary. Quite contrary to hoes bickering about which nose I’ll be sniffed through Some into inducing rushes via sphincter Keep your stinker away Couldn’t be helped with a bleaching tincture Suffering puncturing For lunch bringing nothing but punch and knuckle sandwiches Damn bitches. My hands twitching, itching to do ditch digging for snitches with no steel brandished Have no advantages Loose leaf my canvases. Not afraid to get scandalous; know y’all cannot handle this Gargantuan tarantulas Manhandled like tea candles as I dismantle men easier than destroying a mandolin Banding in Only amplifies the likelihood of meeting a random end Ranting and rambling Gambling when I'm done that you won't be able to keep ambling Knock you out in your sandals when my spit hits like an Ambien Watch me trample them; sampled but never sampling Entranced with sin Dancing in and out after romance ends Lancing them then off to the stands again Slanted bantering Can offend but also bend inhibitions; renditions of wishful visions and being the one granting them Dammed if dim Stranded in damages; can't get cantering, this Cancer managing Standards that can spin Rabidly rapid; static shock and awe. Addict not dropping off. Elaborate pens Radically pin backstabbing bastards; infinitely outlasting Simultaneously lashing Latching on with a firm grasp. Grabbing and toe tagging then afterward bagging them Meet my jagged friend Egging on until calm is Gone with the Wind On to win That is, magic tactics Exacting backward grins as in upside-down frowns Should I explain that again Batting bad men with a racquet like it’s badminton The raconteur bracket designed for the rhymer in his prime; letterman jacket Personally fitted Custom colors; clique unaffiliated but true Paid dues for these suede shoes Ensue wrath, crossing paths with me. Be phased through. Displace you Vibrate at a rate that frequently frequencies disintegration Blazing you with phazers set to stun Yep son, better run because here I come to erase you Each and every angle will be tangled with Break both ankles Then add in the mad tendency to strangle Take your Angel and go Jangle out the last bit of blood. Lots of love for being painful. But just be thankful Only got your bank; sank like the Titanic. Hitting like an ice cold tank; you're a lukewarm row boat frozen exposing you're shameful Wordsmith, perfectly working an anvil Not a man to steal; but guarantee I can and will Drop your body in a landfill Stop talking, get to walking; gawking awkwardly At the oddity who stands steel Resolute in Will; if looks could kill Mine would; shooting villain’s long as I am still in Adrenaline pumping; dumping loads of shit. Here’s the damn deal Entrepreneur Grade A manure; never has there been a truer Entrees pure Bade losers farewell; after a push down the stairwell Never been surer Any assurances weren’t accounting for me and my allure Got your cure For being average; lock you in a fridge and drop you off a bridge. Got the top rung secure And I haven’t been on tour Demure nature? No. Bigger ego than Troy McClure Stopping simpletons, pop them like pimples Catching them in the temple; listen as the song of a fat minstrel ends Stenciling by pencil Lengthy dismissal brought about by drizzling In a million missiles These difficult insults leave individuals’ pissed; the gist is: their coined phrases aren’t worth a single nickel Series: X Sin-to-Mint Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)