Anti abandons the internet.

it's finally over, thank fucking god.

Friday, August 13, 2004

 
anti's def poetry jam session.

i woke up, got out of bed... put the boxers on my butt and then i fled.

didn't snap anybong hits to my head.

and my helper wasn't there at the time he said.

my helpers name is robert... not mahhamed.

i like my gatorade -- flavored red.

cuz that's the only flavor with enuff street cred.

my lungs feel callapsed AND exploded.

step to me, and get moded.

an old news paper is black, and white, and read.

this blog post is now dead.






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