the second and/or the worse crash I have ever taken on a bike happened tonight and no one to pass it along to equals me MIA for sometime.
My side hurts, my arms hurts, my finger hurts, my lip hurts, my head hurts...along of places hurt like mu leg too. Man what a crash. god damn homeless/runners/everyone.
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be back in 10-15 days and/or 21/30 days
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{What you read is what I thought | What you see is what I saw}
Alzairen Jones
Who am I? Do you really want to know?
- Alzairen Jones
- The encore of the mind | Hides the present from the past | A feeling never opened | Never shared at last | A runner in the distance | The glare from the sun | And all he ever tells himself | Is just too always run | A gun full of bullets | A tool from the Gods | And with each exit force | All he does is nods | Screams off in the distance | Cries occur too | A boy far away hears it all | But what is he suppose to do | A jumble mixed with words | A poem mixed with rhymes | Vodka mixed with orange juice | Nickels mixed with dimes | Things forgotten and thrown out | Piled in the trash | Burning away at your soul | Melts away into ash | All these things that you have read | Are all the things that you will find | Hidden deep and locked away | In the encore of the mind
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