#helping hand plainview

[wumbus-gadumbus]

@muckyucky ‘s DTIYS!!!! this was a lot of fun to do. also this used 87 fucking layers. the gay people are getting too powerful. nerf them immediately.

[courtofthecorpseking]

YOU ONLY KNOW THAT YOU'RE ALONE NOW / YOU ONLY KNOW THAT YOU'RE AFRAID.

+outtakes under the cut!

[yourfavlayseggs]

Helpy from Plainview lays eggs!

[bathtubinkitchen-moved]

I AM THE HAND THAT BITES.

[lifeontoast]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something with Eli Sunday? Maybe something with fluff?

I love your writing by the way. I look forward to your yummy posts 💕💕💕💕

Honey-Sweet

 

Eli Sunday x reader (gender neutral reader – no pronouns used)

 

SUMMARY: Reader comforts Eli after a long and tiring day as the pastor of Little Boston.

 

Word count: 1.1k

 

A/N: thank you yummy anon for this request! Hope you like it and sorry it’s taken a while 💕 (also thanks for the compliment I’m giggling and kicking my feet!!)☺️

 

Trigger warnings: use of ‘love’ and ‘dear’ as a pet name, but apart from that, none, just domestic fluffy bliss!

 

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Eli walks in the door, arms drooping and head bent. He’s clearly had a long and hard day. ‘He works too hard’, you think to yourself, walking over to him. You greet him and place a soft kiss on his cheek. He smiles weakly, appreciating the gesture. Your heart melts for him, it really does.

 

Ever since you married Little Boston’s pastor, your life has never been the same. Eli has been the perfect husband, and you have never wanted for anything. You had just moved to Little Boston, and of course you had heard all about him and his ‘special powers’, so when you first met him, you weren’t at all sure of his frankly cocky and somewhat overconfident manner. He was clearly keen to impress you with his skills and personality. He must have sensed your dislike of him, as you found that, as you kept meeting, these qualities diminished in him. He allowed you to see the real him, the kind, sweet him, and you loved him for that. It was his real self that made you allow him to court you, and then, marry you. That was a couple of years ago now, but your relationship still retains the same spark.

 

That was how you found yourself, arms around Eli, in your kitchen on the Sunday ranch.

 

He sits at the table and put his head in his hands. You place your hands gently on his shoulders with a smile, and he couldn’t help but look up into your eyes.

‘Tell me all about your day, love.’ You say encouragingly.

He nods. ‘Well, the morning was fine, just the service as you know. But this afternoon, it’s been… dreadful. A few house calls, and I was already tired out. But then there was a whole business with that Plainview and he just got me so angry. He really riled me up.’ He sighs.

‘What did he do, Eli?’ you sigh. You’ve been hearing an awful lot about Daniel Plainview lately, and never having even met the man, you didn’t like him. Not one bit.

‘It was just the way he talked to me. He taunted me. He refused to give me the money for the church, again. I’m getting awful sick of it, I tell you.’

You were sympathetic. ‘come now, love. Let’s forget about all this for tonight, hmm? You can worry tomorrow.’

He just nods and gives you a wan smile. You smile back. You know just what to do.

‘I think you need a nice warm meal and a bath, don’t you think? Why don’t you get in the bath while I make you something nice?’ you place your hands gently on his face, so he looks at you. He finally smiles properly for the first time that day. After giving you a small kiss, he gets up and walks tiredly out of the room, while you start thinking about preparing dinner.

 

Just as you’re finishing things off in the kitchen, Eli comes back, skin all pink and warm from the bath. He comes to you and puts his arms around you from behind, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

‘do you feel better now, love?’ you ask.

‘yes, much. Thank you dear.’

‘I’m glad. I’m just about finished here, if you’d like to take a seat at the table?’ you put the food into dishes, and place them on the table. He sits down, but not before pulling your chair out for you. This makes you smile; even when he’s feeling down, he’s still a total gentleman. The two of you begin to eat your food, and Eli gives you little compliments about it here and there. When you finish, you make idle chat and he asks you about your day, though nothing much has happened for you. Eli looks tired still, so you decide to wash the dishes, even when he normally would offer to. He says nothing as you stand by the sink, washing away. This tells you something must be seriously wrong.

 

Later on, you’re both sat in the kitchen, him reading a book, you finishing off some chores. As you look at him, you notice that he hasn’t turned the page in a while. He seems to just be staring at nothing, and his eyes have a shiny film to them. You go to him. Suddenly, his head is in his hands, and he looks like he has the entire weight of the world on his shoulders. Gently holding him, you whisper honey-sweet words to him. He starts to cry quietly, something you have rarely seen. Soon he’s inconsolable as the tears really set in. You stroke his hair soothingly and keep trying your hardest to comfort him (it’s all soft and fluffy from the bath, so different from how it usually is, all slicked back neatly). Plainview must really have got to him.

He calms down somewhat as you keep holding him. You’re his home, all he needs, and he knows that very well by now. Another thing he knows for certain is that you can always be counted on to make him feel better about his struggles, and that you can help him forget his worries. Sniffling, he looks into your pretty eyes. You give him a bright smile, and yet your eyes tell him you’re sympathetic to his plight. He simply can’t resist the happiness and calmness you radiate, and soon enough, he begins to smile too. A little at first, then more and more. He’s forgotten all about Daniel Plainview as he’s too busy staring at how beautiful you are. The way your eyes shine when you look at him, as if you couldn’t be more in love. The way your hair frames your angel’s face absolutely perfectly. The way your lips curve as you smile at him. Your dedication to Eli is blatantly obvious, as you stand by him even in his darkest hours.

 

The dusky light coming in from the window brought with it a light breeze, picking up your hair and gently blowing it across your face. Eli thought he had never seen anything so lovely in his entire life.

‘Y/N, love, did you know you are quite the most ethereal creature on earth?’ he told you, making you blush a pretty pink.

 

He pulls you down to his lap, so he can hug you properly. The soft, warm hug he enveloped you in told you everything you needed to know:

‘thank you’.

 

…

 

I hope this isn’t absolutely crap!! Thanks for reading even if it was though :)

[bunnyboo77]

The Mad King's Bride Chapter 1

“They always said that there is a reason for madness, that there is a reason for the never-ending voices that plague one's mind. Some may never find that reason and slowly become nothing more than an empty shell of their former selves. But the king had found his reason. The messages the voices were trying to tell him it wasn't burn them all they were saying burn them all for her.”

(King’s POV)

These pathetic fools Lords to the land they claim to be when really, they are nothing more than spies constantly watching me waiting for the moment, I let my guard down I am one of them plunge A dagger into my heart.

As I sit here listening to another boring council meeting about another problem in the land my mind slowly starts to drift. Where it drifts to is that of my sister Rhaella room ohh how small it was I do not know how she lived. The night before my coronation your eye became king of the seven kingdoms, I thought I would visit my soon-to-be sister wife. I did not enjoy her company, but I thought I should warn her not to make a fool of me the next day. The only thing I can truly remember in detail is that of the letter left on her bed.

A final farewell dear brother for I would rather die than commit myself to you through marriage in front of the Seven.

signed your free sister Rhaella.

The rage step began to boil in my blood I could almost feel the dragon ripping through my skin, the claws emanating from my hands the fire brewing in my belly. The only thing that satisfied me that night was the only thing that put the dragon back into its cave was to visit the black cells and listen to the prisoners as they screamed in pain as I inflicted cut after cut upon their body.

As I remember fondly, I was brought out of my days by the greedy Lord of the council. Though I did not pay them much heed, one Lord stuck out to me in particular Lord tywin Lannister the Golden Lion he was the only one that could stomach.

Facing the man to my right and out of the table the only thing I could see in their eyes besides greed was fear and fear alone.

“Your majesty” tywin spoke softly.

“As we speak many of the Lords and their families have arrived at King's landing for the upcoming ball tonight to celebrate the strength and honor of house Targaryen.”

ohh how I hated balls the tedious music the annoying laughter around me and the heavily painted women covering themselves it is so much gold, silver, and silks. As it is in honor of my house, I cannot avoid the celebration though I would like to avoid certain Lords who I feel are in my throne.

 “In our honor of house Targaryen and the celebration of the dragon, it will be a fine ball” Lord high garden spoke before I could even open my mouth. My gaze upon him he knew to feel the fire in my eyes though he was a pathetic man he was Master of Law how pathetic he was only for his words that were praising my house I would have gutted him right there and then, but he knew never to interrupt me ever again.

Leaving the council, I made my way back to my chambers just standing gold cards that followed me I also wondered if that one day all four of them would turn and stabbed me right there and then. I would never let that happen even if I heard the faintest whisper, I would have them all hung and leave their bodies to rot where others could see them in Plainview.

like I did with my cupbearer. I could see him taking his time pouring my wine I knew the smell was off and then they told me they told me he poisoned the cup so right there and then I had him hanged I watched his body as it danced in the wind day by day became less and less until it rotted from the ropes.

Entering my chamber, a sort of relief hit my chest though I could not help but feel something else. Stirring around my large chamber he noticed the freshly pressed sheets that lay upon my bed in the far left of the room, the fresh fruits that sat upon my table in the far-right corner, the warm embrace of the fire there could be faults so I entered. All these feelings they warrant it it was something else something that was missing I can feel it something that was missing from this room. Another warm embrace that I should feel when a king enters the room what could this feeling be?

[vast-fics]

Late Night Confession

Link in case you would rather read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46612144

[A/N: Here we go, first ever posted fanfiction. I’ve been a Danonation lurker ever since The Batman came out, and I thought it was time I made an addition to my most favourite fandom. And what better way to do that than by posting good old fashion Eli Sunday PWP.]

You were an avid visitor of the Church of the Third Revelation. There was something so charismatic, so electrifying about the sermons given by pastor Eli that they had slowly turned into something you spent all week impatiently awaiting. Your family were also strong religious zealots so there was nothing strange to them about your insistence on never missing a sermon or in spending any spare moment you could helping with the various church activities that went on around town. If anything, they admired your devotion to the Lord and His word. How could you have possibly predicted what would occur.

 It happened on a day like any other. You were sitting at the very back of the pews to get the best view of the pastor as Eli tended to wander around and interact with the church goers. He had approached one of the elders sitting in the middle of the pews and grasped her hands as he knelt before her. “My dear Mrs. Hunter, you have arthritis, don’t you? The devil is in your hands, and I will suck it out. Now I will not cast this ghost out with a fever, for the new spirit inside me has shown me I have a new way to communicate.” You were absolutely enthralled. Hanging on every word he spoke as if they were directly from God Himself, as was the entirety of the congregation.

 “It is a gentle whisper.” And he held Mrs. Hunters hands to his face as he began to chant ‘Get out of here ghost’. You and the rest of the congregation slowly began to join in, spouting prayers and mumbling the words he spoke along with him. As the intensity of his chanting grew, so too did the pressure you felt between your legs. It moved through your whole body, much like the holy spirit would. You could not quite explain what it was, but you knew it was wrong. Sinful. And you knew that you had to do something about it to make it go away.

 As the sermon came to a climax you resolved to speak with pastor Eli before you left for home. You had felt like this at every sermon you had attended in the Church of the Third Revelation, and you simply could not continue as you had been. Every week the feelings grew stronger in intensity and it became harder to ignore how wrong they were. You hoped that maybe if you confessed to pastor Eli and begged him to help you attain God’s forgiveness then you could leave the sinful feelings behind.

 You patiently waited for Eli to finish the business he had with Mr. Plainview. You twiddled your thumbs restlessly while you waited off to the side. Something about Mr. Plainview’s presence here in Little Boston made you feel uneasy, like you couldn’t possibly feel relaxed with him present. Like there was something waiting just beneath the surface, ready to burst forth at the slightest provocation. Thankfully their conversation was short, and Mr. Plainview was gone soon enough.

 Eli had spotted you waiting and walked to you with a soft smile playing on his lips. “Hello Miss. (y/l/n), is there anything I can help you with on such a pleasant day like today?” He said to you. “Oh, Mr. Sunday, if it’s possible I wish to have a confession with you. Something has happened that has made me want to seek counsel.” You stated with slight desperation “Well, confessions are always welcome here in the Church of the Third Revelation, it is Gods will that we be led into temptation, and should we fail such trials that are presented to us then it is our responsibility to beg the Lord for forgiveness.”

 “Mr. Sunday, I don’t quite understand it myself. All I know is that I have been having certain feelings lately that can only be described as sinful, and I need to confess these feelings to the Lord and beg for his forgiveness.” “Well, it would help me understand the true nature of these feelings if you could explain to me when they occur and be more exact about what they are.” He said, his interest quite piqued.

 “Well, it has happened at all of the sermons I’ve attended that you’ve performed. It has also been growing in intensity lately which it what prompted me to speak to you. I feel a lightness in my head and a flushing to my cheeks. A strong tingling deep in my stomach and between my thighs, spreading through my whole body. I must also admit that I feel a wetness between my legs, yet there is no cause for this feeling that I could possibly understand.”

 While listening to your explanation Eli’s eyebrows shot up and a slow smirk began playing on his lips at your apparent innocence. Here you were standing in front of him, telling all about your attractions to him and you had no idea the extent of what it was you were admitting. Eli listened to you as you continued on for a time about the feelings you were experiencing and asking what you could do to absolve yourself of your misdeeds. As he listened an idea slowly began to form.

 “Well, Miss. (y/l/n), I will tell you that there is a word to explain these feelings you’re experiencing, and that word is lust. Feelings of lust can be regarded by Him as sinful in nature and if you wish to atone for these sins that you have been engaging in, I have the perfect idea of how you can. I still have some business to conduct, so it would be best if you come back to the church tonight after suppertime when I will have more time to properly help you receive the Lord’s forgiveness.”

 As you listened to Eli explain you felt relief pour over you. So, you were right in assuming your feelings were sinful, yet there was a way to be absolved. “Thank you so much Mr. Sunday, you will be doing me a great service. I will happily come to the church later tonight. I can’t begin to explain the relief I feel.” “Oh well, do not thank me yet my child, you have yet to be absolved. I will see you again shortly Miss (y/l/n).” And with that he walked away leaving you with the promise of tonight.

   It was already starting to get dark out, despite it not being too late at night. Still a respectable time for a young lady such as yourself to be about the town alone, and yet not too early to be meeting with Eli. You had barely touched your supper, slightly giddy with the knowledge that your late-night rendezvous was growing near. You excused yourself to your parents as you walked out the door, having already explained your appointment at the Church without going too much into the details.

 Your pace was brisk as you made your way to the Church of the Third Revelation. Simply knowing that your meeting was getting closer made it that much harder to remain patient, and the walk from your house to the Church had never seemed to take as long before. As you arrived at the front door, you knocked rather sharpy to alert pastor Eli to your presence. In an instant, the door was opening, and Eli was drawing you in with a welcoming smile. “Ah, Miss (y/l/n), I was wondering when you might show up. I know I never gave a specific time. Please step into my office with me.”

 You followed Eli into his office and once he was situated behind his desk, he gestured for you to sit in the chair facing it. “I just wanted to thank you again, Mr. Sunday.” You began “I would not know who else to turn to with such matters. I feel very lucky to be a member of this church and to be able to have the opportunity to earn God’s forgiveness.”

 “Yes well, there is no simple way to say this, but I will try Miss (y/l/n). The sinful feelings you describe yourself as having. You said that you feel it spreading throughout your whole body. I am afraid that this sensation you are feeling, this lust, is the devil filling you up and attempting to turn you away from God. Now Miss (y/l/n) you needn’t explain to me how devout you are to this church and to God, it is obvious in your everyday conduct. In the time we spent apart since our conversation after the sermon I think I may have devised a way that you can receive the Lord’s forgiveness, but I can’t be certain that it will stop your lustful feelings altogether.”

 As pastor Eli explained your eyes grew in horror. You felt regret that you hadn’t come to him sooner. You had let the devil take control of you and had done nothing to stop it all this time. You rose out of your seat, dropped to your knees, and held your hands up to the air, clasped together in penance. “Please Mr. Sunday, I will do anything. I renounce the hold the devil has taken over me and I beg the Lord to forgive me.” Tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes.

 Eli’s own eyes glaze over in desire at the sight of you kneeling before him, begging the Lord’s forgiveness. “Well, Miss (y/l/n) it is quite simple actually. As a man so close to God I can cast the devil out from you and fill you up with the power of the Lord myself.” “Yes Mr. Sunday, whatever you need to do to me I will accept. Only you can help me banish the devil.” You start feeling tears prick the corners or your eyes.

 Pastor Eli rises from his seat and walks around the desk so that he is stood before your kneeling form. He slowly unzips his trousers and pulls out his member. You look on in surprise as this was just about the last thing that you expected to happen. He had a self-satisfied expression on his face, shaft in hand, as he began to explain “This here is the tool I shall use to fill you up with the spirit of the good Lord. You needn’t be frightened, shocked, or appalled. There is but one way to banish the devil from you and I will need you to trust me and allow me to do my work.”

 As shocked as you were you trusted pastor Eli to help you with your problem. You came to him for his help and this was the solution that he was willing to provide for you. “Yes, Mr. Sunday. I trust you. Do whatever it is that you must.” Smiling once more, pastor Eli places his free hand on your cheek. “Such a good girl, so willing to accept the Lord…” His hand began to slowly caress your face and trail down towards your neck. “Now my dear, I need you to open your mouth and close your eyes.” You do as your told.

 Something enters your mouth and your eyes shoot open in surprise. The sight before you was one to behold. Eli’s face is filled with passion, cheeks flushed, eyes lidded, his mouth hanging open and panting. The pressure from his hand around your neck tightens and the feeling is positively dizzying. Your own expression morphs into one of desire and you feel that feeling spreading throughout your body once more, a wetness forming in between your thighs as you notice that it was Eli’s member that breached your lips. “Now, now…” he chides ever so gently “I do believe I told you to keep your eyes closed. But your expression right now is so beautiful I’m willing to forgive you.”

 He slowly starts to move his hips and you feel your eyes begin to water as the head brushes against the back of your throat. Instinctively you begin to bob your head, cover your teeth with your lips and suck. Your actions cause him to softly moan and speed up the pace of his hips. The noise is music to your ears and the more he moans the more enthusiastic you are. His pace continues to quicken and the feeling within you changes. It was like a great pressure or a spring coiling up, getting more and more wound up with every thrust.

 It's sloppy and messy, drool starts to fall from the corners of your mouth. You start to hum and Eli’s eyes shoot open as he thrusts in to the hilt. Your own eyes widen as you gag harshly. Eli pulls out and you cough and sputter from the assault on your throat. “I apologise (y/n), but you took me by surprise. For now, we shall move on. The Lord has begun to fill you by my ministrations and yet there is more work to do. Arise, dear (y/n).”

 You did as you were told. Pastor Eli took your hand and led you to his desk. “Now, this next part is crucial, Miss (y/l/n). There is a better access point by which I can fill you with the spirit of the good Lord. You may find this painful at first but I will have to ask you once again to trust me. There is no better method for casting the sins and lust from your body than the one I am about to administer. I am going to have to ask you to face my desk and firmly place your hands upon it.” Much like you had been all night, you once again did as you were told to by Mr. Sunday.

 You felt a cool breeze rising up your legs as your skirt was slowly pulled up by Eli. You immediately felt your cheeks turned crimson as embarrassment burned deep in your heart. No man had ever seen you in your underclothes. It was something reserved for married couples only, and you and Mr. Sunday were certainly not married. You began to open your mouth in protest but before you could object, Eli began to speak.

 “I know it is unbecoming of me to undress you in this way but it is necessary for what I am about to do to you. You needn’t worry. As I said, I need you to trust me. Was it not you who came to me in search of the Lord’s forgiveness?” and here he paused. You took a deep breath and spoke “Yes, Mr. Sunday, I did.” “Then you need to have faith that what I am doing is only what is necessary to provide you with the solution you seek and deliver to you the Lord’s forgiveness.” And with that said you felt him pull down your bloomers, exposing your behind to the cool evening breeze.

 All you could do was swallow your pride and allow pastor Eli to do what was necessary to absolve you of your sins and your lust. You felt fingers begin to gently caress the lips of your nether region. Eli pulls his fingers away then and the smirk on his face is evident in his voice when he states “You’re already so wet.” Curiosity gets the better of you and you find yourself asking what it means.

 “This is how I am going to banish the devil from your body, my dear. This wetness is the sinful feeling you’ve been filled with leaving you. As one of the most devout members of my church, your body is naturally attempting to fight off the devil’s hold and it is commendable. The only thing lacking is the Lord filling you up in it’s place and that is why the devil can continue to take hold. It is also where I come in. I am going to fill you up with the power of the Lord to stave off the devil.”

 When Eli finishes his explanation, you feel his hands return to your body. You gasp in shock as you feel something slowly enter you. Slowly it moves in and out of your body. You feel that coiling feeling again begin, as well as even more wetness leaking out. Another digit joins the first one entering your body, and the paces quickens as yet another one joins. You hear moaning and it takes you a second to realise you are the one making the noise in question. Your cheeks flair up in embarrassment and you raise one hand from the table to cover your mouth and stifle your moans.

 “Oh no, (y/n)…” Eli gently chides, taking the hand covering your mouth in his and placing it back on the desk “You needn’t cover up those sounds. They are nothing to be ashamed of. They are simply your body praising Him and encouraging the devil to leave you.” His movements with his hands grow rougher, and more forceful as your moans and pants increase in volume.

  All too soon, his hand is removed and your disappointment is quickly quelled when you feel the head of something much bigger prodding against your entrance. Eli slowly pushes all the way in to the hilt and you groan in discomfort. He wastes no time in starting to move, one hand covering yours and other with a firm grip on your shoulder, panting all the while. His thrusts are shallow and given some time your discomfort morphs into what can only be described as the most pleasure you have ever felt as your moans resume.

 Once Eli hears that you are enjoying yourself his thrusting changes. The speed increases as he pulls all the way out to the head before sharply thrusting in to the hilt. The coiling feeling within you starts to tighten exponentially and the noises you and Mr. Sunday are making continue to grow in volume.

 You start to move yourself back onto Eli, pleasure taking hold of you. You find yourself speaking “Please Mr. Sunday, please. I am so eager to be filled with the Lord. Please cast the devil out from me.” Eli’s thrusting grows erratic and he responds to you in kind. “Such a good girl. So eager to please. Are you ready for me to cast away the devil and fill you up with the Lord’s power?” “Yes Mr. Sunday, please. I feel it. I feel it coming.”

 Your words prove to be too much and with one final deep thrust and a shout you feel something filling you up. The only conclusion you can come is that this must be the Lord’s power. At this the coil within you bursts and you feel waves of indescribable pleasure roll over you. You feel it radiate out from deep within you. You feel your toes curl and your finger tingle. The wetness within you gushes forth. The devil has finally left you. You both stand panting, trying to catch your breath and Eli removes a cloth from his shirt pocket, wiping his sweat soaked brow. Elli gently removes his manhood and fixes himself into some manner of presentable.

 He takes a deep breath before speaking. “Excellent work my dear. The devil has truly left you and I have filled you with the Lord’s forgiveness. Your sins are absolved and you are free to come to the church with a clean conscious.” While Eli speaks you redress yourself and turn to face him. “Thank you, Mr. Sunday. I am truly grateful for what you have done to me. I feel one with Him again and no longer feel the pull of the devil.” You say with a smile on your face.

 Pastor Eli walks you to door and speaks once more “Anything for one of the most devout members of my church. And remember my dear. If you feel these feelings growing within you once more do not hesitate to seek council with me again. It was nothing short of a pleasure to conduct this confession and I would be happy to help you if the situation arises once more.” At the door now, he takes your hand in his and bows his head to place a gentle kiss on your knuckles. You smile, thank him once more, and take your leave.

[2thingscanbetrue]

2 THINGS CAN BE TRUE (LYRIC BOOK)

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one time in middle school this white girl named kacee called me ugly...she a crackhead now bitch where? i never seen ugly in my life, they tried to play me left cuz i didn't have the nikes, blue 32 but we wasn't yellin hike > & they stayed in my dad's trunk for a hunnid nights, ADHD in the hall i'm dancing, mr. mammoth ask if i want them fancies, everybody in the teacher's lounge is laughing, meanwhile i'm at the crib gettin my ass beat, ran to plainview one day, i did the track meet > soundtrack dave hollister & blackstreet, light blue shorts on, a nigga was matching, nothing but a beater & a napsack ask me, where i'm headed...ion't know > anywhere but here, where do i go? had headphones but they didn't relax me, pop had me fearin that the villians would catch me, every single time i would sit in the backseat, i be in my mind till a nigga attack me, the shit ugly but we keepin it handsome, lewis hubbard's favorite grandson helllll yeahhhhhhhhhhh >

when a nigga flip the script in yo face (it can get ugly 2x) when the chips is down and them niggas get gone w/o a trace (it can get ugly 2x)

when all you need is a shot but it's easier to keep you down (it can get ugly 2x)

couldn't prove it before, but everybody know about it now (it can get ugly 2x)

dumb ass niggas left to fend for themselves, see 6ix9ine, free YSL, never been down with a bullet in ya crown > so ya can't see how you'd ever need clientele > so yeah, i wire never been on me for my intel > but every time i'm in jail i get bail, the coins is different, & i'm harvey dent if i get tails > these niggas don't really know what life entails > on a cold wichita knight all i got is L's > niggas say life's a bitch? well shit i couldn't tell > stare blank at the black screen & pray they couldn't tell, where tf were you niggas when they needed help? > always wanna wear the pants when niggas needed belts > you'll hold it in ya hands just to give a nigga welts > always prayin for the juice GOD give a nigga welch > GOD give a nigga wealth right? nah, give a nigga SELF (don't nobody wanna hear that bullshit man!)

when a nigga flip the script in yo face (it can get ugly 2x) when the chips is down and them niggas get gone w/o a trace (it can get ugly 2x)

when all you need is a shot but it's easier to keep you down (it can get ugly 2x)

couldn't prove it before, but everybody know about it now (it can get ugly 2x)

i guess it ain't cold if the carots ain't froze, since when should my black thoughts be jack frost? when niggas say it's cars, clothes, money & hoes, i just look at em like "you hit it on the nose!" > that's all that these niggas want, get it on the poles! "get it on the flo, get it on the flo" pancake, chicken noodle soup on the stove, Boo tellin me deandre over hov > & to this fuckin day (deontay) on my soullllllll > i play that shit like it just came out, said it before, real shit don't play out, been there before, laid on the floor wantin my head banged out > still never once strayed from the course > and one day we gonna make our way out, the shit ugly but we keepin it handome, annie hubbard's favorite grandson hellllll yeahhhhhhhhhhh

when a nigga flip the script in yo face (it can get ugly 2x) when the chips is down and them niggas get gone w/o a trace (it can get ugly 2x)

when all you need is a shot but it's easier to keep you down (it can get ugly 2x)

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BXCK XN 15TH

it was always raised eyebrows whenever eye'd lash out told to keep my nose down not even cracked smiles i flipped the whole classroom around w/ my blackouts took four police officers fore i'd tap out nigga i ain't never duct nothing my eyes wide shut cept for prima at the bar when them guys lined up i just wanna be left alone, this nigga wanna fight > and it's prolly cuz he feel like niggas left him alone > and we did, you niggas is cheeks, and i got tired of turning mine, my back on the street face to the sky, labeled a thief no one believing the lie, we all know you was just cap thru ya teeth, only niggas who had yo back on 15th, rhyming like i'm back on 15th...

you told niggas you'd keep me off every stage in the city then proceeded to stay off every stage in the city, you ain't really known for shit in the city, when i say yo name it's just who's like a a grinch in the city, don't ever talk like you gon get me pinched in the city, it's lies, the scent and it's shitty please be advised, you played me like a fool and looked me between the eyes, then tried to play it off like you the one who survived all them late nights workin this like 9-5 > bustin live other side butterflies shuck and jive yhm folded who needed to come alive, and the whole time tryna give niggas my number 9 > it's cool tho, niggas is cujo, but i ain't finna run and hide > and the truth gon always come in time, i never claimed it tough but you ain't never sonnin mine nigga,

this is word to charlie mae rippin they lash out 4 in the morning when a nigga would crash out cooler and cookies i made a million in that house mice w/ no heat shit felt like a trap house nigga tried to scam us so we armed it to blast out said electric bill when it really was taxes patience is a skill right? we waited for that shit tried to intimidate when we was on rap shit, writing messages on windows > nervous of the crescendo, knocked my dad out and thought me and you would be ten toes 😂 y'all niggas smoking crack on 15th videos look like y'all back on 15th bet y'all wish y'all had a nigga back on 15th... i ain't spoke to tez since back on 15th tell em how yo cousin beat yo ass on 15th nigga

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GRXWXNG PXXNS (feat. Paris Jane, KrisSoap & Chris Barnett) (paris jane)

Complicated tough love runs down the lineage Any form of self love Sent on a pilgrimage Tried to find refuge In people much Less like you Come to find I couldn’t get past the residue And now it’s like Paris Jane think she better than us Nah you just think I’m better than you In actuality Ain’t That what Im supposed to do? Been scrapping barrel bottoms Ain’t a come up long overdue? But I gotta stay close under your thumb right? Can’t find myself runnin too Far past ya limelight. Just an extension of who you are I guess Then you cuss me out When I say I want some respect I can’t accept No more of you projections Acting like it’s a form of protection And i know i can’t blame you for the Mess we in But by now I feel like it ain’t a Question

You should grow up Still hurting from all the day I wished your love would  Show up And when i started speakin for myself you fake Choke up Never understood that you hate how I Turnt out Tried to find my value in work Now I’m burnt out I pay my own bills and seem to always make it Work out No matter how solid the argument You ain’t Own up Mad at what you can’t control You should grow up. You really need to grow up

(marrice anthony)

i been everything under the sun but great > crumbling under the pressure blowing my lungs to say > fuck it, and now we at over a hunnid days with nothin, that picture of you holding me up collecting dust, still haven't talked cuz ain't much to discuss > you got numbers like i do, i ain't got shit but pressed buttons & haiku's, how is we rivals, bitch i'm in high school, bringing down something that was living inside you, now my daughter 7 and her daddy is like you, exited couldn't handle it but was prideful, had it up to here with the extra shit > when she ask why i ain't thug it instead of leavin i tried to > demand,

she gon grow up hating me baby i understand > fuck txny being man enough baby i'm not a man, say it in a letter to me, & i hope one day you grow up to be better than me > cuz i'm to up, still tryna keep shit tall but can't grow up, just wanna rest my head but can't slow up, somebody stop this train it can't hold up, all a nigga had was one job and i blew it, i can't say i knew it but a nigga kinda knew it, now instead of facing all my problems i'ma roll up > today was kinda hard, give that shit to God > or whatever for tmrw, nigga you needa grow up,

(krissoap)

Shit you do, I could never… .. I’m lyin’

Ain’t get my shit together…..

I’m tryin’

I used to let y’all irk me,, Now, I don’t really mind it.

I’ll only front like I’m at peace until I really find it.

I hold some principles I keep pretty simple Like, Whatever situation rent or Mortgage I’m into.

If you come up on my property Alarming my kinfolk, Yo dumbass gon have to pardon me discharging my pistol.

Up is always up Side-to-side is always side-to-side, no matter How you skew it or what portions you divide it by.

Pops and I a lot alike, Tho I’m not tryna ride a bike My son got my support, Whatever way to go he might decide.

miss me w/ the hypotheticals That might arrive.

Agree to disagree when shit Can’t be seen, Eye-to-eye. As far as petty preference shit?? Gotta leave it nappy,

If you caught up w/ some evidence,

Holla @ ya pappy.

Now l try not to show it.

I Keep scrapin by, I’m  livin Check-to-check, it’s bogus

Opt to swap the focus. Cus shit done got redundant All this going through the motions, Got me down with my emotions. But To hell dat Emo shit.

Ima hold ya mama down As long as she devoted.

Ima put the effort in to raise you. You da motive.

You my son. You da homie. You just two, So you don’t know much

But ima watch you grow up Days why tf I show up

(chris barnett)

Never tried to be father of the year. Never thought that The Huxtables we're real. I only wanted to ensure that my children would never say that their father wasn't there.

My grandfather was my only example. Perfection, in my eyes, I could never amount to. 4 kids and I don't know what I'd do with you. We ain't perfect parents. Still tryna figure it out, too. More questions than answers. I ain't talking bout kids. That's for the parents. I ain't grow up in the world that they live and that's apparent So if I can't bring my kids the solution, I'll bring the effort. There's a lesson in love. I love the lesson. Our kids teach us so much but we miss the message. One thing that life taught us Is the greatest men are also active fathers.

And I'm just steady learning. Ways that I thought we're effective just isn't working. So I change up my approach cause they deserve it. Will I ever be perfect? Absolutely not. But I'ma give it everything I got And honestly, I may never get it right. There ain't no GPS for navigating life. Try to be patient with me. If something is wrong then we gon work it out as a team. Love.

*TRXNA (feat. Vellum Bristol)

TRXNA

now this is a story about how > my abusive stepmother got punched in the mouth, he shouldn't have hit her shit i ain't cappin bout it, but she treated me like shit so i was happy bout it, half the summers i would visit, i'd be in a cage > on punishment every day she loving me under foot > and i'm always lookin for marvin to whisk me away,\ liberation delayed, unexplainable rage > them ridgewood walls heard niggas argue every day, wonder what went awry, honeymoon hit the gate > no longer husband and wife more like angry roommates, would look at that lil rifle and dream of the day, only for a couple summers they would need me to wait, don't remember the year but it's like it was yesterday when yellin sprayed from front door all the way > to the bedroom, hearing expletives over marrie's oxygen tank, marvin called her a slut, i'm like "that's not cool" > she said "yep suckin and fuckin just like you", can't hear johnny tsunami, over mommy and papí, hurling insults and jumpin octaves > point of reference, one day i'm just doing my bid, tally marks on the wall, seriously i'm a kid, trxna walks by like "you done w/ this shit? clean the bathroom we'll act like this doesn't exist" i jump up out the bed, swirling around my head > all the episodes of batman beyond i've prolly missed > Levar in the other room w/ my sisters kickin it strong, up until this day i just sitting here alone so shit i'm hummin s club as i scrub the sink and, mother sneaks in like "are you singing?" i'm like yeah, and do you know what she did? told me cuz of that i was back on punishment, i'm two feet tall i was helpless and shit whack, so now i'm countin on marvin to get me my lick back >we switch back,

now they in the kitchen center of attention > trippin gettin intense and from a distance > we hear, they around the corner so it's only jeers, symone never seen this before so she in tears, monét got her face at the door the shit is fear, these niggas didn't know they parents and it was CLEAR, nobody figured how this incident would go, hand on his neck and she stepped on his foot tho > she 6'4" he 5'7" he couldn't have that, told her he would count before he turned it to mad max > flashback,

trxna's sprite just disappeared > house rules no soda less it's right before bed, house rules after dinner it's that or ice cream instead > and house rules don't ask who did it marrice did > so i'm behind the front door just doing my biddd > facing the wall a couple hours of this, my dad walks in almost hits me w/ the shit > turns to trina like "wtf this lil nigga did?" > she like "drank my sprite" he, looks back at me then her, then back at me > like, "nigga that was me!" she go oh my bad and send me back to my room > "my bad? bitch you owe me bout a hundred afternoons" seething! couldn't wait to send that bitch to her doom > STOP BREATHING, you gon be meeting the devil soon > and BOOM,

my dad's counting "get offa me trxna" she still talking, marvin: "get offa me trxna" > still barking, "one more time, get offa me trxna" > she kept scoffin and seemingly squeezing harder, then all of a sudden, the countdown ended then thud, marvin damn near knocked trxna out her scrubs, flew into the wall w/ her mouth drippin blood, she hit the bedroom and we knew what it was > and that's prolly why it took me so long to dip,| as a child retribution was hard to get > sorta like compliments > i ain't really understand it fully, i just know that my dad took down my biggest bully > after that everybody went to jail, trxna got out first she was done, i could tell, judge gave her the house for a week, my dad took me and we OUT, 9th and grove grandma house >

and that's it, i been tryna think of morals to this story > but the more i try to form it it feels forced, it isn't just to shit talk this memory's important, put it on wax cuz i didn't have the chance > to say this fore you passed > and i'm torn cuz niggas is sad, your kids are shattered here w/o you missing you bad > so on one end i prolly could leave this in the past, but on the other end it happened fuck if niggas is mad, just be thankful that i'm gifted with gab, keep in mind some years later had to fend off a lynch with a stab imagine dealing with this shit then forced to listen in class, so when i think of your mouth shining crimson i laugh, i don't condone violence against women but i must > say that that one day i liked it > and i ain't even want you to hurt you had to vibe us, push us to the side cuz wasn't room in the five > well now niggas is live wit a story that's all about how > my abusive stepmother got punched in the mouth > never forget that image of you slumped on the ground > hoping you finally felt the way i felt on the ground > with your foot on my back, you could never let me out > living hell back-to-back with the devil in my house, my dad's a piece of shit for that i'm leveled with it now > but at the same time i'm glad he took you down, 2 things can be true,

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GXXD (feat. logan.jpg, Madi Laughlin, Keo, Paris Jane, Morgan Alexis)

GXXD

i've tried everything, kept it calm when you were meddling > stalled on ever making them calls it never meant a thing, made a pause for niggas never involved, but when it came to us being dawgs > my phone didn't ring, what's the problem if it isn't me? thought we started talkin explicitly? i thought we'd open our hearts so we could to keep it peace? when really i give you my heart for you to keep a piece so in response i, give you the italy, STEP, giving space for the rememory, WRECKED, that's why i keep shit outta the songs i sketch, cuz these niggas treat it as simile > when really it is the centerpiece, the reason i'm still fighting to find this inner peace, and for a second i started to think it's in a piece, i gave you way more rope than i should > you left me laying there flat on my face, i'm good

we good

new heart new mind new life who dis, fallback champion baby i do this, throw a block party for y'all put you behind a wall > everything after that is shrugs and dubbed calls > tried everything, begged and copped pleas > unsettling, how i'm on my knees > and all fingers pointin down on me, not a woe but whoa > w/ all fingers you could count on me! bloodsucking like the count on me, either that or niggas playing like my daddy > spared the rod on me > on God on me, i was rock bottom w/ the rocks on feet, and you gon still say it's all on me, yeah, i won't even get hood on y'all i coulda, knocked you down and stood on y'all > but the best revenge is no revenge > the door is hinged, disrespectfully i'm good on y'all, i'm good,

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PLAIN HANDKERCHIEFS

i been opressed before i made a fist, thought my daddy was evil til he showed me his plain handkerchief, slavin on a hot stove while these niggas beggin me for ladle sips, everything was lit when it was bars over cadences, she don't know what the difference between rich & famous is > and i'm frustrated tryna explain the shit, you can keep the looks long as it look right where the changes sit, it don't even sound right how you niggas is phrasin it,

permanent marker, since you niggas like erasin shit, i know to the naked eye i prolly look like baphomet > and i'ma keep sayin it, you a undercard givin underhanded compliments, we just spinnin wheels till we clickin like the consonants, baby i just dominate that's how i show my dominance, still ain't got no time to die i know you niggas clockin it, heart can't ever regulate, beatin on that section 8,

raps look like essays, never have a weak day they start to call me tesfaye, and plus i'm short so i never trip on leg space, on my bitch's sunny side turnin down them egg whites, strong in my calcium, black woman breast fed, you can't get no soul from no muthafuckin website, i be in the clouds while you niggas like a test flight, press me on my dash & it's lit up like them check lights, fuck around & find out pussy this ain't sex ed, gave them niggas green lights got turned around & left read, steady tryna turn this negative into a positive, had to quit my day job & dealt with the consequence, workin out the kinks so i guess it's what you label it, never sober always out the way, what i make of it, for the last year i just been lowering my tolerance > they kicked it till they couldn't then they backed out like rhonda did, shootin for the stars until the moon feel like commonplace, i been on the road with my soul in a briefcase, i'da told diddy suck my dick on that cheesecake, i been on the grind do yo muthafuckin research, even if i fell i got up like i'm t-top,

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WXXT (feat. FAT MAMA & Vellum Bristol)

settle down, gotta bring my power level down, pick up the pot and put the kettle down,, my false starts had full stops, had to lay my head on level ground,

what do it mean when your words don't mean much, i been like a fiend, and shit been serene until it steamed up, tryna keep it a bean and clean cut but seems we at the seams tough i can't believe much,

that's all i'm tryna say, all i'm tryna, all i'm tryna say, i'm mad right now but i'ma stay,

harsh words don't soothe me much, act like i'ma leave but that's tubi, you do me how you do me, and truly, scoop me up, even when i'm parked at goofy, where tf you finna go, no other nigga had that smile as toothy, early in the morn w/ my jaw on bruce lee > you see sum that make you wan get fucked to sleep

all i'm tryna say, all i'm tryna, all i'm tryna say, i'm mad right now but i'ma stay,

dis ain't nothing i want, screaming at the phone, tryna act cheese while she's w/ nothin on, capiche she unleash the beast it's sum strong, flesh it out please believe i want it strong, but i ain't got the beats when grief's up in the home, believe me at least you see it's not for long peach i'ma beat but first i need it right, big ole prrr not curbing it for life, hurt has resurfaced first let's make it good, i ain't just into coolin it for the night, we just yelled at each other until you cried, sorry if i'm not concerned w/ laying pipe,

all i'm tryna say, all i'm tryna, that's all i'm tryna say, if it's whack rn then i'ma wait,

(FAT MAMA)

is it me, if i was there would you kiss me, is it me, if i was there,

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GXLD (AN ODE TO THE NORTH $IDE)

feeling like, fab & lil mo back in 03, > like we hit roll bounce for the soul tie, back when the thirst traps was in lofi, had me buggin on the gram wit it OD, i was tryna be the nigga with the most likes, at ya crib but ya mama didn't know me, one day go inside when ya folks slide, tho you couldn't keep quiet it was lowkey > madison, right up the, street from grove, white impala but it ain't 4 4's, most won't but my bitch gon go, damn they don't make em like this no mo, she don't give a damn that my wrist don't glow > that my hair ain't combed that my ribs don't show, cuz her nigga ain't worth shit so she like, long as i ain't gotta deal with this no mo and i got ya,

wait up, i gotta get my weight up, this gon make up for all of em them hours that you stayed up > and when i do, i choose you, like you chose me, i choose you, like you chose me,

feeling like, kid n play with the top fades, just when we stop worryin bout top 8s, i was linkin with a shorty with the box braids, over at mcadams by the bypass, she was cooler than the girls up in my class, i banged lupe & they ain't really like that, she was up on the science of the wu-tangs, show me poems that she wrote just to proof read,, but she didn't stay on the block > so them days without her felt grey on the block, wind didn't hit the same way on the porch > with them long ass legs in the way of it > AM to PM, even still today i be banking to see em > just prayin for a meet up, mighta moved around to the other side of town after while > but i always remained your vegeta, you know it right

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PRXTTY

PRXTTY

it ain't pretty, whatever you think i am i ain't nigga, i don't even speak to fam we ain't cordial, way too much time i've spent, can't afford it, we ain't even entering into the same portals, you can see my side or not i can't force you, you ain't gotta cap my nigga it ain't for you, if i talk about you it's prolly cuz you was hatin, i don't got the mental to be frontin on no basic, saying the same shit, i got a life dawg, you got a side bitch, i got a wife dawg, you just a timestamp, get with the times dawg,,

it ain't pretty, coulda took my daddy out this bitch with that knife dawg, nigga kept beatin on my scalp on some bullshit, socked me out my mufuckin shirt at the bus stop, told me somebody always gonna control you, how ya own pop the first time you been gut punched, i be in my room dawg i ain't even do shit, father figures busta rhymes lu & q tip, ye jigga slaughterhouse nas & dilla dawg, niggas hit the superman i couldn't get wit y'all,, devon turned my song off in weights class, turned around & shit his basketball shorts in the hall, niggas couldn't take that i was flowing they hate that, now every time my shit drop i think of dawg,,

boy it ain't pretty, pops said somebody always gonna control you, i ain't felt controlled since sittin in home room, you from a place where yo children should owe you, wtf you mean dawg i don't wanna be here, fuck them high standards you be having me held to, FOR THE LAST FUCKIN TIME I HATE FOOTBALL, tellin everybody it's i don't wanna get hit, WHEN THE FUCK HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ME PLAY FOOTBALL, rap city 106 & park on the big screen, rocsi & julissa look good but i miss free, i know more jay-z verses than bible ones, couldn't even tell you who the last winning title was,,

nigga it ain't pretty, on the real y'all why our parents ain't fuck with us? never show us love but they tell us to toughen up, niggas bragging in they raps how they ain't got friends, yeah cuz the way you was livin done fucked you up, till you get some therapy and weed it will not end, yeah i smoke now i really used to be straight edge, life started lifing and a nigga said FUCK THAT, me and my baby mama ain't been on good terms, but she got me my first pack bitch i love you, michael took the kids and he put you on payments, bet you glad now that i shot him the fade huh? ya mama prolly chatting like it was my fault > well i ain't on the birth certificate, so SHUT UP, heard about them motions & you told niggas tough luck, till these niggas get it i'll be missing you butt head,,

it ain't pretty, i ain't punch this nigga to be daddy on weekends, this enough to put my fuckin neck in slipknot, i can't get my daughter so i'm fathering hip hop,,

nigga it ain't pretty,,

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side b: so yeah...now we don't talk 1) fuck you too! 2) two weeks 3) l&f (feat. Tangerine) 4) JAM!!! 5) sofia rose//2ND PLACE 6) my last song 7) ily 8) gn3 9) h&f (feat. Tangerine) *10) GET YOURS!!! *11) WICHITA!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

fuck you too!

fuck you too

some things be needed but prolonged, i already gave you the singing and slow songs, but how i'm sposed to see you & greet you with both arms, when you got alla that & ion't mean you no harm, even when it's dark out i give you my best, if it's outta pocket i'ma hold it to the chest, cuz i know you don't like, critique, and i know you won't bite so it's me, toxic but i'm like adjustments is key, the roughness is just the mystique, once you're accustomed you'll see, that Mother is struggling with things > and it must be you, but then i'm like...

if it's fuck me, then it's fuck you

don't trip you did it so don't start, you can stop feeding me bullshit go starve, i done hit the tipping point, it's yo cause, and if the fall break me in half it's yo cost, stupid, piece me back, go ahead push me off just to need me back, couple weeks then we relapse, then repeat, on my leash you feed me scraps > toxic but i'm like adjustments is key, the roughness is just the week, but then i'm like,

fuck you too,

huh, this nigga did, every single thing to make this nigga dip, jumpin on the scalp like this nigga wig, need to be mad at what this nigga did, every single day it don't stop,, start to make a nigga go sick in the head, keep the harsh shit to my thoughts,, so know that i'ma call you a bitch in my head > speak freely, used to think forever was a thing now a nigga on the fence like feeny, can't be both iron man and mcdreamy specially for a bitch who hate making things easy, i just need weed sad songs and a lil sangria, blockin out the world with my mufuckin feet up, AH, since the lot don't care, i'ma just go fuck off somewhere, i'm talkin no service on a boat, i just need to be somewhere and not somewhere, but you gon turn that river to a moat, and remind me that i ain't really got nowhere,, you got me by the throat, i keep saying if it's fuck me it's fuck you too > all them words you been throwing out cut like a knife > keep playing one day i'ma cut you loose,

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two weeks

you been on my mind erday, i just can't rewind enough times in a day > without frying the tape, i been tryna find why the Guy in the sky > would align us to skate, prior to __ the prime was escape, i wasn't hiding or trying to cake, shyly replied to a "hey", after a night i was like i done found me a bae, privately dying to say, this too good to be true and, pardon the enter-rusion, i'm under the influence of you and, i'm mostly likely to ruin > so sure you're not an illusion? > i'm fluent in rejection and i'm > worried bout feeling stupid, nothing at all, took me on a date lil something to drink > they had me stumbling and wantin to fall > twirling my hair in my hand > had me feeling like we the only ones in the bar, drunk in lyft junkin the car, hit the crib in a jiff it was tongue and a bra, 2 am they was hittin they man > but we was lunchin tmrw, couple dates it was great then it fuckin dissolved, left me irate wondering the cause like,

dag, that hit me where it hurt baby i won't act, i know i'm not the best but am i so bad, i thought we had a thang how can i go back, only been two weeks why am i so sad?

so what happened thought we was feelin some magic? don't know how this thing goes am i out of practice? so i'm askin i'm askin is it it or me? at least then i can sit or sleep and it's only been two whole weeks > so i can't rely on our history > and ion't even know what to say now, room got quiet for the breakdown, niggas wanna know what happened, i'm like you gotta ask them, had a nigga feelin like a rebound, couldn't even catch it on the back end, had me on the floor with the madness, so ion't even know if i can reach out, ion't even know...

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l&f (ft. Tangerine)

it's hard right now, ion't really wanna talk right now, small dog light bark right now> is you crying? lie me out to chalk right now > senses heightened, scrambling for a thought right now, & i thought i was a bison, heavy to the ground > now i'm lying on this mound hands tightened, right in, your lost and found...

wondering, why you got me doing all the guessing? chano said he ain't wanna write him a confessions > why is my development arrested > & why i can't imagine you invested > you told me you'd be straight up > but why i'm feelin slanted every second? on my way out but you had me intercepted, yeah, you had me in a second, round of applause, you had me in a mess with, my head down making thousands of calls like... wow, she gone? how? we was bound to the arm! in the ring shop browsing the jawns! now it's insom, nia denouncing the calm, i just wanna take you out like it's prom, but maybe it's too late for that > before i fade to black you'll be my channel orange,

but what i found is, what we founded, can't be lost, i'll pay the cost > you can count it, cuz when this hothead defrost > it's easier to get this shit across, but...it's hard right now, ion't really wanna talk right now > but even after all that i'ma be right here, cuz you all that i got right now,

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JAM!!!

i'll send out a message, don't need to hear back, if you put some distance, keep shit where you at, don't be running game just to try and run it back, jumping out the blue finna make a nigga black, shortness in this fuse i refuse to interact, 30 in my groove i'm just moving with some tact, but i ain't holdin shit and if you swing i'm swingin back, and you need it vertical then it can just be that, THAT'S A FACT

like damn, niggas really hate me bro i do not understand, if i say that i'm the best it's cuz that's what i am, no need to explain it we can come to understand, that your silence is dope to me, that shit is my jam,

i am not yo nigga, i do not play fakes, you put hands on women, i do not save face, we can keep it pigeon, you can play it safe, but if this shit go south we givin alabama shakes, this ain't dr. phil this ain't montell or ricki lake, bitch i said it and i meant it this is not up for debate, nigga show got canceled playing like commercial breaks, pussy we been onto you, you the one who late, YOU A PLATE,

OH DAMN, nigga tried to bait me musta forgot who i am, nun my niggas stingy even passed it to the fam, nigga tried to take a stand and got turned to a SCRAM, niggas put the beats on you and that shit was my jam,

yes, floss it if you bossin niggas besta come correct, word vomit got you with them faucets in yo neck, you was outta pocket and i put yo ass in check, THEN I KEPT ON BARKING CUZ I GIVE YOU NO RESPECT, niggas got it twisted shits don't even touch they neck, ______ this the sound of all the niggas at yo set, we movin the needle now, you niggas can jet, and say it to yo audience before you try to flex, man that shit look hot up there, you could use some fans, i ain't see nobody there, shoulda called the fam, them niggas talk down to me and forgot who i am > keith sweat track 11 nigga THAT SHIT IS MY--

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sofia rose//2ND PLACE

sofia rose all this back & forth keeping me on my toes, tension thicker than sofia rose, and here i am forgetting codes, all combos to stop from throwing bows > Mama wanna find ctrl but it ain't sos > more like, soshana, watching it burn, pocket the ash you got what you earned, all this theater for it to be bombed in the rows > the clock in my sock the shots at the do', we about to bring it all home,, put it by the bedside, you feel that fireball in yo chest on the left side? ain't no horizon in that, this is pride & you can have it i ain't fighting for that,,

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set drama the lights not up,, admonish my best i'ma,, get gonna and let shit line up > i'm just tryna, find us, higher ground but, you'd rather be my hell on high water, kept it 5'2" and not an inch taller, must've found the heart of dumballa > the switch, overall shed light on you doll, yeah we family & that family made me rival you dawg > look like my mama so it's trauma at the site of you dawg it be ya own blood stumping out that family tree, cuz when the shit cut down it don't matter the rings, extended an olive branch it's like walking a tight rope, cuz one slip of a line and i fall in the street, look inward n word, accountability is hard to find, i'm sure you've had the thought a thousand times, but the crowd favorite never gotta compromise, saying dumb shit but people view you calm & wise, on your end i'm sure the story has been falsified, you had your take so how i'm wrong for mine? you got that monkey on ya back & then that mufucka started flying,

___

put ya hands on me out of emotion,, in this divide what is the quotient > got ya best friend stepping in, outspoken, might've been off but couldn't focus > all i know is you view me as a threat cuz i'm bigger than you, i'm not wrong & i refuse to be the villain for you, or stifle feelings to hit a low ceiling for truth > and all them cards & calls you sending isn't a truce > all this, verbal & mental abuse > college grad so it's malicious you being obtuse, i expect the world leave me out to cold but it's bold > when those you held down the ones who did it to you, all this back & forth keeping me on my toes, tension thicker than sofia rose, cuz in front of the lens it's one thing > but you know how it goes, if you know you know

my last song

can't let my 30's be the lot of my story, might have to debo God + ask what he got on my 40 > poorly handling every misstep skipped prep + floored it > my former, not at peace penalized + underfed, only decompression i ever got was a beat, so i rapped about rapping as far as the eye can see > i'm sane since thirteen i'm the same right? capiche > analyzed the whole crowd every time the pastor preach like, that man is abusive, rap hands still exclusive, can't stand on my two since, i'm a child > black hands on my noggin, sagged pants got suspension, feel like jail in this kitchen, every morning is tension, all my woes weren't mentioned, i just sat in my room, cries + pleads for attention, turned to sleep in detention, when i put it on my wall it wasn't cuz i was a teen, it was cuz i just wanted to be seen, but you never saw,

you loved your women, you loved your cars, you loved your brown cigarettes + medals for your cause, you left me in the hospital stitches + gauze,

+ honestly i ain't even that strong fr i'm just tryna make it back home fr, but if i don't get right, i think this might, fuck around + be my last song fr

all i wanted was my stereo + sneakers, all you wanted was appearances + features, all you talked about was war, 17 in the force, meanwhile i'm 15 staring at you while you speaking like, what are you saying to me? i'm not a parent but then apparently, neither are you, you wasn't ready for this + still you seeing it thru, just a house full of strangers your bedroom was a commute >

my only solace was compiling it in song, until you came along, i had a fuckin mountain, so now when, i think about the therapy you sent me to, white man little water fountain > i clown it because the truth, only therapy i wanted you would take from me, i still carry it around + it's aging me > the only boy in the blood + couldn't even get a hug > i just wanna know the reason why you hated me cuz,

you loved that navy, you love yo friends, you loved my mama, + i can't win, i see my future, + that shit spent, i ain't had it good since i was ten, that ain't even that long fr i just hope you miss me when i'm gone fr, cuz if i don't get right, i think this might, fuck around + be my last song fr

the young boul that you couldn't love, i'm good despite never being good enough, the young boul that you couldnl't love, you think it you but you shouldn't love, i'm sorry you wasn't good enough, but if you here then you good enough,

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ily

there's a reason why i don't call ever, to hear you talk about the fall weather, or jump states to cut cake > my whole life you felt like a pump fake like we ain't fam, playing favorites mocking me every day it seems + till this day you treat me like i'm a kid i just be asking you for help but you be giving me shit, eyes rolled like here we go same song + dance i know how to get a job i'm a grown ass man but in that vein i gotta thank you cuz your hurt helped me stand out, i never ask for a hand out i don't have much but i work hard for what i need & never give up, i fall just to get up, i'm tall in my spirit cuz in flesh you always cut me down i made peace w/ neglect on them cheyenne steps > w/ respect you suck highkey, but i just wanna say i love you, even tho i know you never liked me, i take mental snapshots of me seeing you ill then couple that w/ fond memories of cleaning your grill + mowing your lawn at 10, having to keep my head off the seat after a trim, looking at my uncle + the pain in his eyes like he's losing a friend, wanting to know why i ain't feel like him, the emotions cold then a flashback to 12 years old, when you i told me killed my mama now i know why you never put me first, even at your hearse i'm thrown in like "here nigga damn", watching my sister, + my cousin crumbling at the stand, meanwhile yet again i'm left off the program but cool,

i take the hint in death, the feeling's mutual some gon say i ain't have the chance to get used to you i could've done it spiteful but nah, i say this w/ a broken heart that i love you, even if i ain't like you,

this might be the realest shit i ever wrote, lookin at my mama thru a telescope, smoking cigarettes at her vanity, the only time i was like "this is family", this city burned down my home so i can't remember, now all that's left is these faded pictures, + this dining room that shook when i paraded in it silence in the living room looking out the window of the babysitter's, when does mom come home, that golden cavalier pulling up in the driveway now it's just a garage space, w/ a shiny blue light to make the night quake, nowadays it's just not worth the time change, took a moment, to lay this out in white chalk, we might talk but we know what it is sleeping under detroit's night fall hurt, cuz i know i love y'all to the moon + back, but i don't like y'all,

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gn3

i'm pretty sure you heard this whole thing before i wrote it, you know my thoughts before i say em but i never told ya, how sorry i am for running you up the wall > w/ a million other things on your plate, i never saw > how hard you worked, the stress lines when my principal would call your work, marrice trippin again, tried therapists + riddlin > the pews to the belt ain't make a difference > nigga just wasn't listening > now it's too late to buy you flowers, or pay for ya car, send you off to a weekend w/ ya friends to the spa > to make up for it, it came w/ a cost, you off in paradise while i'm stuck missing your calls > my phone don't ring no more, at least not the same, sometimes i wonder even if you even miss me, w/ no direct line to speak to my sunshine, i really just pray that you forgive me, cuz i'm not sure,

i got my ass straight up whooped ain't no timin out, now i know it's abuse but i was wylin out, soccer games + t ball, church every sunday > n64 + power rangers galore > in this little house, rode in betsy like a jet ski, 2004 i started to be a chore, sent me off to kansas now i'm left at the morgue, w/ a shell of a woman who really couldn't afford > to be dealing w/ a failing marriage, + a headstrong boy who's acting out > i needed that cap + gown > but i made you feel like a bad parent, like you fuckin failed, 18 years later i'm still dumb as hell, but w/ that tho i live in regret, i know down in my heart that i'm doing my best > + that's all you ever expected so until i'm dipped > buttered in heaven, may the Lord keep you rested cuz i'm not sure,

i haven't spoken to you in ever, in voice or in heart > even forgot how you sound + it tore me apart, way before the touch screens you'd dearly depart > clutch dreams to see my spitting image in a feminine > cart,

my God, she is the seamless version my guard, ian > ang is living in my stars > my reason to resist death, resend my regards to the chef > my enlarged kept beating, lying on the floor > counting dots on the ceiling, crying out for more > you appeared in a breathing vision straight from michigan's core screaming,

get up + so i got up > + made a promise to never lay back down > in style of, your determination, you deserve amazing, i feel you slipping + i'm scared to be w/o, just keep me close till i make it out,

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h&f (ft. Tangerine)

sorry baby i know i'm not real communicative, number one rule of thumb and i scraped it, maybe i need a satellite signal, broadcast to all my old favorites, "i'm not mad just hurt, save a place for me", when it's squared away i'ma circle back, i'ma always try, even if it's tri, still gon light yo phone up even when it's dry, your fingers in my palms felt like sandpaper,, you must be nervous i can see it in yo eyes, showed up to the set lookin pretty in white dolo, lookin like a cup of bobo with cinnamon thighs > my feminine side, sensitive to seeing you, wonder if you seeing me or seeing thru, didn't put that ice on that wound like i needed to, now i just want you to say my name like it's beetlejuice >

i made you a plate, and you barely ate, you said it was great, you even stayed late, made another plan for a date then ghost, pick it up from my lens, what the fuck you mean healing and friends?

opened that chest up but then i sealed it again, every time i think i'm numb i start to feel it again, went to reach out i'm blocked so i conceal it again > hey bloody, here i go rappin bout bitches again > maybe they ain't get my first message, i'ma send it again > fuck, blocked on both pages can't spin it again > i think it's me, then remember that it isn't again > still i'm defeated, head down timid again > reminding myself, action vs intention again, see you out and it's tension, averting eyes, you ain't gotta play i know that i was lookin fine, and you know i got it hot when it was cookin time > house special, the way i, made them little legs shake i, had you thinking this dick was AI,, and not just cuz i crossed over they eyes, it was too good to be real, guess chivalry was killed > and i brought it back like a séance, after that it got darker than draymond or djimon > a lovebomb, maybe they just needed some dick > to ride on, hold on, got this clown suit i'ma try on > cuz i waited a week, just tryna feel it again, opened my chest up but you sealed it again > cuz it was phony, you pulled up put the pussy on me > then told me you had to focus on healing & friends,

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GET YOURS!!!

nigga i'm deceased,, i ain't seen a dollar in about a couple weeks, hand over the counter tryna counter the receipts, finger to the timer lil mama needin sneaks, sorry baby daddy gotta figure out the lease, happy that i showed up to yo mama's w/ the least, i ain't have the commas i been off tryna release, had to find a balance i been back n forth w/ balance > for a credit score yellow or red like the chiefs, ain't no tippin on 4's i was slippin on 3's, never hit the goal i'ma flip it in the streets, clickin in the code but they sayin it's a breech, sayin it's a reach if you sayin issa beach i'm just sand > hard pebbles in the feets > underground till the ground have me sleepin under sheets, nigga i been eatin cheese and crackers for week, you really on my bumper for a beat?

i ain't bullshittin i'm just takin my time, you gotta be patient when you fuckin w/ mine, you really gotta get it, my nigga i'm tryin, it ain't like you ain't comin w/ me we on the climb > but this type of thing happens all the time, you gotta get yours and i gotta get mine

i'm not tryna be an asshole i just want the maxo, cream i can lasso > pushin up to onyx w/ the dash glow, but it's all a gimmick w/ no cash flow > so i'ma channel my best jigga until they say the jig is up > the finisher: zero point zero on the points > got me reachin for the indica, i ain't got a moniker or emblem > they crying bout promotion > well nigga i been tryna get the word out by knockin it on seneca > and harry and grove it's scary to know > my very, existence depends on the ascension > i'm missing the soul, siftin thru songs like "what did i get wrong?" > i'm runnin out of stones > w/ the snap of a finger i'ma be lifted out of robe > to a seat at the table w/ the suits spinnin the globe > as i'm sittin there at my best, i already know > what one of em finna say before i get my coat

like here's the papers nigga when can you sign, a couple little swoops for the money and shine > you don't wanna miss out you come a dollar a dime, you're not the only talent we just happened to find > you know this sort of thing happens all the time, you gotta get yours and i gotta get mine, this kinda thing happens all the time, i gotta get yours and you gotta get mine >

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[existentialexitwounds]

ATR

Person obsessed with the esoteric tree of life and my internal dialogue: "Should I tell them -- or?" "--They'll figure it out eventually."

The most confusing part of a new kitten is when they insist on sleeping on your face. One person trying to do eight things with only two arms. (One day it will be six) Daniel Day Lewis crawling out of a mine shaft in There Will Be Blood is my spirit animal. I can not be the only person who thought of that movie as tragic and saw Daniel Plainview as more than a monster. A father who wanted to talk to his son but couldn't. And I had a father biologic who could but wouldn't.

Egridath: I take the only thing people ever really have.

Castern: And who takes that from you?

Egridath: *Their stone and voided gaze flickered as if sparked for a moment* ...

Castern: Well, I've nothing left to take, so good luck. And what you'd deign to take would take you. It'd be much more polite to ask, and I'd hate to leave you empty handed or with the hands you've been using to steal the only thing people truly have. Might has no certain direction. Your might makes a moron out of you. The only time I'm ever serious about anything ever is when a person tells me their problems. If I am critical of anyone, it's self-critical. I have a heart, it's a bit beat up, but life does that. When you allow yourself to face the biggest fear you ever could want to look in the eye, you lose a lot of what's holding you back from the world. I made a questionable decision about a year ago in my life. I tried to help a person and ended up losing a lot. The stuff didn't matter; the money was only good for breathing; failing miserably in helping a person is a fact I'm still struggling with. So you see, I can never fail as bad as I have; helping the person wasn't the problem, the fact that their aim was to harm was the problem.

Alright, I have to accurately assess this situation. I've had a person call me intimidating. I'm intimidating if you're frightened by lemon meringue pie, stalks of wheat -- lint. --People with weird haircuts.

Good isn't good enough. I have to be better in every way possible.

[the-firebird69]

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These are the axe-Men. And there is there's one of them in Plainview and there's another one that's now partially buried for some reason it wasn't before but I guess someone threw dirt on it from next door. Each one of them is about 450 lb and yeah son couldn't move it he wasn't really lifting in a good position it didn't budge because everything in encrusted on it makes it way about 680 lb none of you can lift it he's not in shape that much he's all right but not juiced up actually when used juiced up he could lift it right now and a lot of you could but would be injured and he might be slightly injured by it it's very heavy these guys are walking around with it and it's Dan and one of his brothers or clothes actually it's a brother and he died and was swallowing the quarters it took from Dan and he was slowly dying from it yes this battle shows these guys are not so Swift that they're dangerous and he's wielding it his juiced up and might be possessed but still dangerous.

Out in front is a Chevy that Mac had our son hit and he knew the hammer was there and he thought it was mine when it's not it's a replica and it has similar inscriptions but not the same and it's made out of thorium and it is a hammer of our son and our daughter's Hammer is not in there no it is too it's slightly smaller. They say he's my father but he's not I say I'm his father then I am 2° and I'm also his Grand uncle it's really a great uncle and his name is very famous and the hammers inscriptions say whose name it is and Chevy has a company he helped form and invent and they had him hit it and had her hit the other one she was across the way and her sister was awakened by it and they both left and they came out inside and couldn't believe it no all the stuff was cleaned out they thought it was the two who live at the apartment now they really think it is cuz the stuff's right there. Then they can't open the box to clear it out with bleach or anything no one will let them touch it and those stones are very heavy and the hammer is very heavy it weighs about 100 lb and the sun was lifting it with one hand and Stan could hardly hold on to it it was very heavy to him and he was tired and beat up and admits it was not as heavy as it look but it's pretty heavy but he took that hammer and he hit the Chevy and he broke the engine block they fused it together really they welded it it's not a bad job and it was just at the jacketing but it has problems now they ruined it in the storm so it's going to be a it's going to be a nasty nasty break when it breaks. But they are saying it's a symbol and it's stupid because it's their company kind of and Chevrolet have problems and our son and her daughter instigated it and to help the company and came back. It was upsetting code to him and others and he's still upset about it it's not right to do to someone so that being said you wonder why it's a big deal it's our son's hammer and not going to see who's hammer it was and Dave didn't come around and he thought he would and Davis had the thing and so it was his and he still does and Dave might be up on Saturn so now the symbology is intense and people want it off they want that stuff out of there or our son to move and he can't and they're trying to and there's all these idiots in the way and Mac wants him into a better place better apartment and there really aren't many so it's a problem and these idiots are getting beat up for it there's a big side effect coming up and it is because of who our son really is and they don't know how old he is and he can have characters and people have been blaming him so there's a lot of people who are going to be arrested and a lot of them are going to prison cuz they won't stop laughing and his name is Odin and her name is Frigg

There's a lot of arguing about the name of hers and she likes it cuz the guy's attention so we're going on but this is important having it right here is odd and people put it there on purpose is odd and people think Mac did it and trying to figure out who did it. And our son has wielded the hammer and hit an American car so they're calling him Norwegian. So it demands thrym help him and get him some funds, because of the slight from them and this and they he's saying I don't think that's how it works but it kind of is so he's trying to work up something and got a few things going they're both laughing this is ridiculously hard and because they may have seen you around and they want to see the hammer they know what it is and they think that it's magical and her son says it is magical and human form you can't call it back but he can throw it only when he's huge those teeny Hammer would come to him. And it's a lot going on and they're not really laughing they're more or less horrified because he seems to be comfortable with scale. But he can imagine it so there's a lot of people who want to see that and they want to see these huge hammers and they want to hear hammers in action and they're also the property of Odin and the other is Frigg the one here in the scene is owned by Frigg and she doesn't like these girls messing with her husband. And the girls are giving her some slack and lies. It's been going on for quite a while recognize that she is annoyed by them. The huge Day about somebody came by and talked about the roof so I guess they're thinking about the sewer and it might go backwards and they might have Stan do it which is easier and Stan is taking a pummeling the email locker at it and he's got 10 bases left they're very large probably 30% functional 20 medium bases in the Eastern hemisphere that is those are all at 20% and small bases he's got none and they're beating them up for their ships so far today they took 5 million and he's down to 25 million chips and they're going to do in the Western hemisphere and he's afraid of that because they're making a huge Army up he doesn't know what to do

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Hera it says have the Boca Burger sometimes it go screw I made a giant fake hot dog I'm going to have the giant fish hot dog that sounds good you can make it with onions and peppers and put it into a bun and I have the ones that are healthy and it's like a Italian sausage it's nice little mustard if I like it but I really don't

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[little666wrath]

So like this is what happened…I’m being abused and been in and out of psychwards for the past 4 months. Nothing but God and Jesus were being shoved down my throat. I prayed everyday sometimes more so if I had nothing to do. I have been come crippled and my irl hell is way to much mentally I can’t go on. So October (like two weeks ago) I just came home from the plainview Long Island hospital were i was bleeding and injuries and I begged them to keep me safe. They didn’t even notice I just got dressed and walked out <23 female with a walker and boot on here leg? For 20 min I waited outside to see if someone would notice. Not until my dad went to look for me did a nurse notice I left and came out and yelled at me.

Like I was heavily just holding on that god will give me serenity as a chanted na meetings for month. Trust god right.

So I come home that night feeling hopeless that my suffering will never end. I went to shower and my pain just over took and I fell down crying. No one in my house cared (I’m nearly blind in one eye dude to hitting my head on a car door)

With all that being said I gave up on god. I said no god would make this beautiful girl with a pure soul suffer this much. So I said fuxk it im selling my soul to Satan. So I got up out of the shower <put my first satanic shirt with a cat on it. Love it> some nice pants. Sat down and cried. I held a sharp object and just went to town to numb my pain. To prove I was in reality. I just could not believe my out come.

So I said Lucifer if you make all my dreams come true and get me out of my earthly hell I’ll forever show you true love. That’s all I have left. He saw me and took me that second. No hesitation and as I bleed I felt serenity like the world stopped. I felt safe.

I went downstairs to take all my medicine <like 8 or 9 different ones all every 6 hours> I haven’t taken it that night because of the hospital and then Kristina was abusing me and it was a mess. So I wait till 3:33 am my safe hour. And a mess broke out. <keep in mind I just hurt myself> Kristina started harassing me and I threw a water bottle at her and it nicks head and oh boy was in for it. He turns around and his face was legit all black red eyes. He ran over to me and screamed at me as I fell down. I was on my back legs up <broken foot> and he start threatening me saying he was gonna send me to a psych ward forever and never let me see the light of day again if I don’t clean up my act and stop acting like this. I was holding my ears crying and sobbing and I finally got up and ran to my room and I was having full PTSD attack. Like I was screaming they were following me I was calling 911 screaming for help and all they’d said is “calm down or we can’t help you”

Like lmao k.

The cops and everyone came and it was just traumatic 

I have this all on video will come out when my movie comes out.

So I was in the worst hospital that started my abuse and abused me even more than the first time. It’s just no way god had me protected or my back in anything.

Last two nights in the wards (they took all my pain meds away) at 3 am I’d be in extreme pain and crying and vomit and no staff cares. I was on 101 and they’d sleep through it lmao.

Satan cleaned up my vomit.

Lucifer held my hand when I thought death was taking me.

Baphomet gave me to strengthen to love my self and my past that I blocked out.

My three animals were there for me when I was homeless.

Satan walked with me.

Lucifer saved me.

Baphomet gave me serenity to love how beautiful I am.

“In the name of the holy spirit” my ass

In the name of Cooper, Kells, Roxie Ann

Our colors blue, pink and purple.

Their love got me out of the hospital in 5 days. Im not going back ever. Im strong and all mighty

Then to seal the deal I put my soul of mine and my protector cooper (his fur) into a jar and made it so innocent and pretty and perfect, and pure nothing but good intentions. Satan told me to give it to my protector so I gave it to my god mom he lead me to.

I did it! I dreamt with Lucifer and King Paimon!

☆I dreamt about me making a dinner for them to just talk. I made some prayers on my dream (That I can't remember) but appart from King Paimon and Lucifer, there was another demon, Andrealphus!

☆The first to arrive was Andrealphus, but not on his peacock form, but rather a shoebill... funny

☆Next to arrive was King Paimon, but he wasn't in his usual form. He had a fox head, frog legs and human torso. He was very nice and chatty though, he had such kind aura I felt safe.

☆Last to arrive was Lucifer, I couldn't see him, he was like a shadow but he was there. He didn't talk but I thanked him and everyone for coming and I appreciate their company.

Thoughts? Is it a signal for Andrealphus to be in my dream even though I didn't call for him?

[bathtubinkitchen-moved]

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[misterpaws]

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[courtofthecorpseking]

HI long time no post sorry about that have a helpy and little man