Deprived of depth,
Eager to prove otherwise, the
Prescott writes in flourishes.
The words he excretes cloak the nothing underneath.
He'd be loath to know his emptyness is no
Longer secret. Through his actions he teaches
Each person of the Prescott he wants them to know.
Still a few have discovered that he
Steadily hides his spinning, ephemeral soul.
About Me
- Creator Of The Mastertape
- i am probably the most negative person in my hometown. then again, i am sometimes quite unpredictable. i am hateful but occasionally i like to do nice things for no reason. i am engaged to the perfect man. writing is a release for me. no one can tell me what i can and cannot write. words are the most powerful thing in the world and i'm lucky to be able to use them. i may offend some of you, but be open minded to the opinions of others. this is called wisdom.
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