a beat please. *ahem*
slippin' into street fights soaked in neon lights. only way outta this life, is right through yo' demons that try to keep you from reachin' the highest heights. You know the ones, the ones that try to hold yo' face into the head lights if you be freezin', bendin' over knees and wrestlin' with mights when the car crashes, and it's too late to hope, cuz you be ashes and smithereans. washed out and burned with listorines, flavors like scope, dirt and never again will we see the ol' rope-a-dope.

really excited i got this one done....
couldn't resist a lil' rhymin' to go with the picture. anyways, there's the thought for the day - conquer your akumas, or those really annoying vegas or sagats, or whatever kind of demon is trying to block you or knock you off the path.
so, for you mysterious 3 or 4 people in the outer reaches of cyberspace that might actually look at this journal thing. enjoy.
life is good.
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