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king kong NINJA
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so...we meet again...you seem much uglier than when we last met. but that is because this time you are facing me, and not running like a dog.
a downfall is liveable if from forgotten peaks.
what you say is whack...you ain't street.
every highest point is right before a downfall, just like the parabola of an arrow or a ball.
an arrow's higest point is when it reaches its mark.
there is only one way for a ninja, but you are further behind on it, you pick up my excrement like the owner of a pet.
it is relative in human memories. is a comeback from a recent slouch still part of a downfall if it never approaches the peak of one's prime? from a certain perspective. is this a human perspective? a possible one. a desireable one? if it propels one to greater heights. if one's comeback surpasses their original peak is the original downfall no longer a downfall? must a downfall be permanent? and if so, then the highest peak reached would not necessarily immediately proceed the permanent downfall, unless you consider any step down part of that downfall.
what goes up must come down.
in a mind?
let's eat some chicken you mo fo!
if you're happy and you know it talk to me!
also, what if a thing could've reached a higher level if not for the actual circumstances, but in similar circumstances minus one key detail could've. in that case, there could've ,in a specific sense of possibility using the word could, been a state higher than that in which the stark downfall began.
haha...the ninja knows no indecision.
ah what tactics as a matter of factics.
wanna slap back heart attack, more sticky than gak with a double dose of plasmatic ghost?
origami mommy won't you kitch my itch, i've seen a toy like you, but never a bitch, stored away in buffalo wings, our love is like a bunch of dumb things.
opening the door but not the window, you can come in but you can't bring him though, opening the door but closing your eyes, you can come in but you may be surprised.
slick and funny!
it ain't your money!
canned dolphin smiles, canned romantic guiles, canned gangsta styles sold in just mopped aisles. I'm a little guilty myself like a nun who just got caught, doing things that the good lord did not done taught.
pardon me?
pardon you, i hardly know you, if you've gotta die you've gotta die.
they're coming from the borders, they're coming from the skies, they're bringing new words to which we cannot close our ears or eyes. They're bringing yummy foods, they're bringing lovely girls, we'd best revise our stop signs to avoid collisions in the world.
anyways time to go, i hope you learned well what you didn't know.
and remember...I LET YOU LIVE.
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