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Date Posted: 15:26:37 10/30/04 Sat In reply to: Roaring Breeze 's message, "~roar~" on 14:38:11 10/30/04 Sat  If you want some, come get some, cuz where I'm from we tote big guns, And everybody know somebody that know somebody that know somethin bout it, And I want answers now who, what, where, when and why, see, a lotta dudes like to act a fool and all get all loud but that aint my style, and he who he gonna get and what he gonna do, run up on me if he want to, Out there impressin his homies, but he stood up in front of his mama, I mop up the flo wit em, And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em, I got fools that'll go get em, This for him, the crew and the dudes that run wit em. Late at night, the gun shots, the screams, you would almost think hell it’s self was right outside your door. Scare some people half to death, and make them wish for so. But hell no, not me, I pray for the sounds to continue. The sounds allow me sleep, allow me to relax. Without them I am lost, lost in the silence of nothing. Nothing is what I fear. Nothing is who I am. Soul gates widen, and visage is raised as the mud came his way. Daggers werebarred, and stakes pushed off the earth, and propelled his body forwards. No one spoke to him in such a matter, certainly no tht wanted to walk away unhurt. Brooklyn powered forth, and to the front of the colt. Stopping shortly, he turnes, and throws his back pistons at the colt as he comes running by. If the colt keep his pace, he would run straight into one of Brooklyns pistons, and may kill himself. If he moved, then the diomands cold hit his shoulder, neck, dial, forestakes, or life vein. It was unprotected, and Brooklyn wished for blood. However, a broken leg or shoulder would do well also. After landing again, Brookln hurled forth, and turned, heading back to the other stallion, but keeping an ear cocked on the foolish babe. Once he reached the other stag, he face the colt once again, and snorted. Foolish piece of shit. Alone I feel, in my own world. Stare if you wish, make rude faces. I do not care, my eyes cannot see. Snicker, laugh, and talk behind my back. I do not, my ears cannot hear. Hit me, kick me, push me, and shove me. I do not care, my body cannot feel. Yell at me, tease me, and break me. I do not care, my heart has grown numb. Cut me, blood me, and drown me. I do not care, my soul has grown limp. Yo, muh name would be Brooklyn x.x I got the skin tone of Dapple Grey x.x My hommies are of the Mustang Race x.x Get to knowme and you will find that Im a cocky bastard, and it's not smart to piss me off because i may have to bust a cap somewhere, if ya know what i mean. x.x I got a bat, and two balls, i am a Stallion x.x I've been running this town for 6 years x.x My heart is bound to No One x.x I run The Woods x.x I rule over the souls Shakara x.x OOC Name: Impy [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| .play that funky music. | Whyte Boi | 19:07:38 10/30/04 Sat |
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