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I am .... Desarray A. and Desarray A is the walking oxymoron to cloud 9's achilles heel. Black words written on white lines. Free verses, a bipolar rubix cube. AmericasProm Queen, sitting in Black Barbies coffin. An ongoing social experiment, Jkyell and Hydes stepdaughter. I want to be like me when I grow up. A Brooklyn N.Y native, my words are lyrics to spoken word music. I have insanity, my insanity does not have me. I am Desarray A. and Desarray A. is me. My Pen is spiritually identically mathematically statically speaking, turning 21, exceeding its life expectancy. Different from yours, it is still ignored by the 4 doors, by the dwells of imagination.
Date / Time: 7/16/2009 10:29 PM UTC
I am not Dangerous; I am Danger. I am not Genocidal; I am Genocide. I am David with the sling shot defeat by Rock. Cobweb cover doors and widows look into grounds just so you'll observe my roots. The walking oxymoron to cloud 9's Achilles heel. Wise fool defending murder. Black words written on white lines. Free verses, a bipolar rubix cube, America's Prom Queen sitting in Black Barbie's coffin. An ongoing social experiment, Jykell & Hydes step daughter, Marlin Manson's birth mother, Helen Keller's plagiarizing private thoughts not her words, Rita Hayworth as I motion these ethnic hips to gyrate. Black widow tossing torsos dispersing of my enemies. I decided to be like me when I grow up. Pandora Box is the least of my worries. She is the idol fear I leave to hitch hike across America. The cheat. The liar. Your alibi. ...........................................
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