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ShaqFu:I will bounce back, monsieur. I will. |
HOP IT Smaug lurked but I was Bilbo her walls burned we became a people |
LarrySun:chess.com or lichess? |
ShaqFu: ![]() I just haven't been writing as much. I was here days ago, just going through and thinking how you pushed yours, and would've loved to replicate that. |
Rest on, King. |
Trevor012:Pius Ikedia with South American roots! |
Happy birthday, Popizaino! You nor go bald before your time my brother |
ShaqFu:Thank you, Shaq. I don't know when I zeroed my mind on forms. I can't remember a time I wanted to write anything in a certain form. But you could say that it's the challenge of staying within tight constraints and I'd tell you something about rebelliousness. Lol |
ShaqFu:Good morning, Shaq. The small letters, lack of punctuation, and its formlessness were all intentional. The pronouns used for the moon, was in relation to it being a watchman. Do you think its default pronoun should've been retained? |
the moon has refused to sleep he has become a watchman his arm's length torch illuminating my path home on this cold night the lake has refused to sit still dancing to the lullabies of the wind whistling that belly-aching howls Jeffery has refused to think my head carries a load tailor-made for my shoulders and brain is lost in my yoked neck her legs have refused to close but I am just another man who will sit by her muddy bank painting her with the glass from my eyes the night has refused to cave in to light to the moon, the sun sold its birthright I'm but a man who knows only nights at the feet of the dancer lies my peace © Jigs Lionheart |
windvane:This is beautiful though. I thought it would be tight, but from your pictures, it isn't. And you acted as engineer as well! Na woman you be! Did you have any prior knowledge about erecting such structures? |
windvane:Can we see a picture of what it looks like? |
Gaddafih001:You want to kidnap her? |
Last night, I opened a can of malt but due to the way I was feeling, I couldn't take more than 2 gulps before I left the remainder in the fridge. This morning, I opened it to see the malt like this. I know there are too many unhealthy things in the Nigerian market. Perhaps this is now one of them? Or it could be a fake? I threw it out but I thought to ask from the respected professionals here.
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You can check facts that the bishops are fake, but no facts for a man that has been accused of being an accountant for a drug cartel. |
Mushroom bishops |
ShaqFu:Boss |
Find myself in the company of lesser men may I not succumb to their aimless chants like men falling would rather blame the birds than grab hold of an extending branch For these men are bleach to colored coats shrapnel to a bare feet, nails to tyres corrupt, bleed and keep the procession stuck These men, they dance with the wind but only to take steps back and sideways They are the freed goats that refused to run the uncaged bird that refused to fly Run! The slave syndrome is worse than Ebola © Jigs Lionheart |
Good job, Joewendell. However, it was too early to start quoting lines outside your verdict with the battle still on. Opener: Ian Rhymes: Ian Mets: Ian Punch: Ian Puns: Water (Ian, what in heaven's name is beef eating price?) Flow: Ian Pers: Ian Closer: Ian Verdict: Ian |
Women will destroy you. Don't Ever Get Married! #DEGM The minute you get married, it's already too late! Men have suffered a lot, and it's time to break out! |
My exes, said they gave up too soon, tryna get me Big äss, her thighs too thick, for these leggings Her tîts are oversized for these dresses, she texting Baby boy, I take you wherever, please let me I let her do me dirty and lick me dry, while I'm resting I dump my load on her side, ghetto trenches I let her hold the benches, my personal Van de Beek She rubs it on her skin every morning, organic cream Bad boy, find me where they do the cash exchange Drûgs for money, boys are bombing, cops abhorrent Where spies go home needing a plastic face I stay by the metal, trades with some cats are grave Jigs without a Mac is crazed, I bring the axe and shave You, save you from spending bucks at the barber's place My OT ensures around me these cats behave Or get disarmed, a metal on your neck, a cat's enslaved I hate slavery, my heroes are anti slavers Marcus, Malcolm, Fela, Ali, Wailers Marley, Tosh, Martin, Patrice, Mandela Gaddafi, Zik, MKO, Kwame, Wiwa Tutu, you get too loosed, your fam lose you I'm Zulu, Shaka boom boom, chakras through you I mentioned men, but many men remained unmentioned No omission, I'm OT packed, no tension Peace! © Jigs Lionheart |
GIYAZZ:Hmm the game changed, you old niggas with same game We told niggas we gäng bäng, behind bars, it ain't jail We flung out your tests but still we ain't fail You is a teacher without a classroom, eh, you ain't safe My boys are in the back seats, you want the class? Have it, bro We spinning cöck tales and girls wanna mix, it's Bacardi though The last one, what's her name again? Kamala Harris? No? Oh. You can't relate. You still fücking with boys, what's the tally, hoe? Everyone chasing money now. You still hung up on body count You bag this, you bag that, your bags ain't bringing money out Once, my bag was mixed with my sémen in your mommy's mouth So I probably sired some of the things you talking 'bout You could've been my son, I want a paternity test! Late 90s, she had us bring out our P's, alphabetic jest She made us put 'em in her O's, and she would work on 'em Or emotionally blackmail us, with her anorexic-ness You in your 20s now fighting the urge to be wild You joined a frat, won't lie, it had hurt me a while You carry a scowl because you feel you'll be cursed if you smile You sag your pants hoping it gives your verses some style You ain't grown, son, you still the patched up nigga Zig zagged like your jeans, like someone life's passed on, nigga You don't behead niggas, you give head, you wear tampon, nigga You ran Dark out? Nah. We showed you the light so you could man up, nigga I could go on and on, but kiddo, I'm way past that I'm down for the new updates so we can make fast cash Keep the gäy shit, we all know keys make past that So sheath your blunt tools, you dumb fool, life ain't that hard. Jigs |
Show me a man who's given a woman a child that's not hers. |
Thales01:Thank you, good Sir! |
J2381:I hope it isn't. Really hope so. |
Is this the end? The ink in my pen is dry, or should I say, has kicked against making visible scrawls? My doors have been unlocked, and my house infiltrated by distractions. Facebook, Twitter, painted my walls blue, at my every turn the light beckons, then the pen is pocketed like my last coin; touched only to verify its presence, and my pad is tossed like a torn short. This pen is revolting, yes? Every ship without a devoted captain crashes on collision with the first rock it hits, no? Is this the end, then? Perhaps, this counts as penance for the times I treated my woman like a muddy child running to a Neatnik when I should've made her me. Or is this good old Writersblock, back from the gym, a dozen pounds added to his wiry frame, standing, arms crossed, black bags under his eyes from waiting to kick me out of the little room from where I sniff my muse? Is this the end, then? Should I be worried or should I gladly return to the burdenless state, lost in the colours of my house? © Jigs Lionheart |
odizeey:Na this pattern our favorite pastors take dey give us prophecies! ![]() |
The search for a winners' medal is tough!
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Arsenal fans waiting for trophies!
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airmark:Editing posts at this age. Lol Where do you want your L? Lairmark airLark airmarL This L too glaring. |
popizaino:You berate Mount but want Coutinho. Lol |
Ibime: ![]() I done even forget this thing sef |