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there’s a hoodoo man stalking me. he haunts in my desires. there’s no throwing him off. i will have to disembowel his soul. he had me walk from kings to fountain but that was a good cleansing. i sweated. i humbled. never complained but took the torture like a poet. so am back on my game and there’s a new glint in my mind. get that hustle. own that hustle. be the hustle. poetry and tech copulating in the hindsight. 

so i got mad work to do. school is hectic. life is a beast. tv fall season is starting to smell good. that’s what’s up. the music beasts how you wants it to.  

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