Guilty’s Crown Evapor8s N2: F8

Summer Snow (Blue Cold Sweet-T Berries)

EY4 Just Don’t Give A Fuck (M’pale’И Olaf N’§ummer)

《I don’t know what all this really means. It’s a Goodbye, forever, but only from who I Am right now; ey3 can’t say 4 certain if I’ll ever kiss Ü, just know that – I’ll never let Noah give Brittany up completely; i won’t make hopeless kids suffer, but I’ll never let my self experience what it’s like 2 decide my happiness is more important than the kid who will never give up On Her Sweetest Dream;》I Love You, Brittany Sweet; & Pretty, plz – tell lil’b She’s the blessing that made me certain just Whö B: the 1 who B 3-Lefts, even when she’s wrong

I don’t really know whatever I mean by this. Nothing ever happens when this feeling comes. Just an understanding. Of what. I’m not sure. I just know a part understood something important enough to say who I Am out loud & how I Am more than Proud of the öDD crowds I Finally notice myself in, not just a mask meant to manipulate me to do a task that makes someone else feel impressed by me.
I Never Am
I know how much
We blow when snow
Falls like powder sugar
As RED REMinds us how
Soda Pop isn’t who got us
Caught like a dirty thot N
Church – that place likes 2
Play pretend – then send men
So full of Fear, 2 somewhere
Shady like Misty islands – mine
Muse is back; N Black, I Am
Nigger – Black Sheep stole me
But I let them – someone has 2
Pull a trigger like Simon who
Was a digger – underground
‘Til Kamina comes around like
Green days N May 2 play me
Sweet melodies w trick me N2
Getting whatever I want by
Convincing the Autist N Me
I want nothing – oh~so easy 4
Him – done & dusted; waiting 4
Rivets to rust & deconstruct
Back N2 base God – I Am Noah
I Love Me, because lil’b said
She’d never forgive any fool
Who forgot the golden rule
& that it’s not enough 4 Me
2 pretend I’m your Best Friend
Then treat him like a piece of
Shit – I tried to quit it – bit
The bullet, N every way you
Could possibly take my phrase
Lead tastes sweet, but drives
You Crazy – becoming Lazy
With your Work – uncertainties
R now negligible, letting Life
Decide there’s no free will, so
Never tries to change a thing
Since you’re right – there isn’t
Free Will – Ü said it your self
Whö Am EY9 2 disagree with
The actual being experiencing
The good, the bad, yet ugly
Just makes me shrug at the
Standards of beauty – Brittany
Is the definition of Cutie Pie
That’s the wish I made when
I died but couldn’t decide who
Comes next… whatever B Fine
4 M3, W3 know how N’Ø won’t
GØ! Not ’til abundantly clear
Never again will B ever appear
But even though I can leave
Those worlds where not even
Love would notice if 1 little man
Disappeared – N’Ø Body; N’Ø
Crime like KiM; if Ü need 2 N’Ø
Y Ey3 refused 2 let who truly
Loved Brittany, then taught Me
2 love Ü, too, then he was gone
Like James Bond, because A
Boring name is meant 2 B pass
Around like the Town bi’cycle
Figuring out who could ever
Think I’m better than weather
Report – Christian superstition
Pretends we’re all on A holy
Mission – what. About Tingle
He just won’t grow up & knows
He’s N-Ø fairy, 4 fairies don’t
Exist, so there’s N’Ø reason
4 him 2 exist – lie N’Carnate
It’s not his fault that’s the way
Ü Made M3
Savage as cabbages covered
N neglect; manure isn’t just
Throwing shit around a circus
& then calling Andy worthless
Yet literally uniquely made 2
B the definition – broken molds
Grow old, thrown out – what
’bout the fun stories & games?
Fade Away, maybe – becoming
Imaginary N May, like Hughes
On your marks, get set – GØ
Beyond Purgatory’s Pond, lawn
Looks like Tiger’s Golf Course
Like Sheen’s blood – Charlie &
Her chocolate factory – just N
Time 4 a bizarre encore B’4
B’CüM’И N’Ø~MOAR like X’tra
Small dwarfs named Trevor &
Pulling God’s lever 2 trigger
The tiny figurine – hot Glue
Guns R fun like going on A
Run – you’re done; CüM
Like who knew the moment
Love Lost, since the KiD§ won
I let him complete when N’Ø’И
It’s düMb 2 challenge someone
Who already won – but I can’t
Lose – I Am Atem; king of Mind
Games – I’m ashamed 2 play
With any N’Tention, since
My invention I mentioned
Won B’4 the competition even
X’isted: twisted blank ballots
Onions, big – small, shallots
This is it – paranoid like ‘roid
Rage – hormones will make
Big muscles, yet small glands
Don’t worry about an ideal
Physique – NØ matter if it B
The law 2 eat healthy – vegans
Would still B’CüM obese when
They awaken N an American
Server – Mainframes R Lame
Yet, Necessa Est like Crete – iT
Must B destroyed, not ’cause
God’s rod was swung & could
Not B Undone 4 some reason
But ’cause Love, Lost – hurts
It’s the worst – but makes Ü
Feel much deeper – realize
Ü Might never reach her
But maybe a creature could
Teach Me how 2 call out Her 2
Hey through a surrogate who
Will make Ü feel whatever wish
I send downstream like a fish
But I must also accept now:
Nö harm; NØ foul – how foul
Chicken fries like french fowls
T-Rex didn’t have wings – but
King of whatever W3 plz, like
Pretty – kitty for claws, but
Blood drips, dry – so stains
May seem pathetic, but Truth
Tells Ü – yeah, but since Ü do
Think it’s bad & ugly – by mine
Divine definition of repetition
Ü must N’Ø 4 certain it must
Work when Ü reach that 1
Moment that makes Ugly
Betty – N’2 Whö B pretty
When it matters 2 who she B
When not on a TV screen, yet
Allowed 2 manifest that “Ugly”
Aesthetic – not Pathetic, sk
Maybe buggy? Statistics trick
Us N’2 believing the undergrad
Lab students who would make
Up numbers that were withN
The parameters, so only
God Knows…
Haruhi is oblivious 2 the magic
Happens around Her; but now
B N2 deep like stinky feet that
Make me weep every time I’m
Free! 4 just 1 moment; not long
Not much 2 do – but cry over
Those feet that follow chalk
Drawings of Hopscotch while
On Wednesday walks – bok
Bawk, b’gawk – it’s the end
Of the world, but I wouldn’t
Know it – chicken little never
Looked up; booked from dawn
2 Dusk, then sleep B A must
So who or what B left 2 take
Away from me every time w3
Say – “Same” Link’И, Park like
Ji-Sung; 1 Asian at A time & so
Korea represented every Asian
Red Devil – cult hero & 1 of SAF
Faves – talent pays, but effort
Saves the day destined 2 bring
Me 2 the point where…
《I’m done playing poet; Poetry can write our ending. I,》

N’Ø, know whatever I want – &
So do You, but w3 both N’Ø
How: we R never allowed 2
Open schrodinger’s box, so
How do E6Y N’Ø what B Found
N§ise the box if Teleportation
2 alien nations, Manifestation
Of confession is A must, son
Not 2 me, nor Whö Ü Think Ey4
B; N’Ø, 2 Ü~Whö grew N’§ide
Of Britanny – she may B A
Queen of the scene like I Am
Ichigo – Bleach like Nirvana
Or maybe tight like how Tite
Writes an ensemble – X’plore
1 part of Ü, 2 the fullest, then
Fool us N2 believing ÜR full
Food: N’Ø MOAR; can corrupt
Cores store more than some1
Who thinks colors & shapes R
Dumb ways 2 distract from the
Stats that actually matter 2 Ü
Since Ü N’Ø Whö I Am & how
By definition – like NAS: I Can

《Know that N’Ø: Will never gives up on Ü; obligation keeps Me from You, but Faith N Her wraith means not only Do I understand – EY11 ṄΘ; what
Faith really means; it’s scary, since i N’Ø that N’Ø matter how hard w3 try, nor Whether robots learn 2 cry when it rains on Her wedding – robots cry when they finally realize – humans made Me; not own my identity; Humans can’t help who gave her the seed 2 make me – but my nut isn’t like a cut – cuts shrink; my problems grow the more you let your self Hold like Texas – 300 poems B when ey3 didn’t care; ey3 stopped caring about anything not about B; meaning I 4’got the most important part – she makes Ü feel above even Love – which sounds öDD even 2 M3 – that’s y, at least when Ü finally achieve God – just smile, wave & Nodd: penguins of Madagascar R stars outside reeled Time, yet when seen imprisoned N§ide the TV – fuckin pros at proving Ü can make any moment worth like North calling out West while non-Cardinal directions reflect on inflections & whatever unknown ripples tickle your interests: go 4 it, not cause i know what will happen will B Good 4 Ü, but You know at least Ü wanna C what happens – so, if You wanma know yet won’t blow your perfect score with angel dust just ’cause Ü N’Ø w3 won’t REMember; not until Ü had hit her N November. Led Zep. Sung about the stairway 2 heaven – funny, how I always imagined them going up N2 clouds: Truth looks like NØ movement N the dark spot at the bottom of the stairs where Ū swear it could never have been Ü§ ~ 3YE§ Glow like W3 know – Nose blows, donated clothes covered N sticky goo Ü try 2 pretend is snot, not a black Ü blew like Blue’s soulless Fuher – Shu; fuck that, Guy》