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I PONDER OF SOMETHING TERRIFYING CAUSE THIS TIME THERE'S NO SOUND TO HIDE BEHIND I FIND OVER THE COURSE OF OUR HUMAN EXISTENCE ONE THING CONSISTS OF CONSISTENCE AND IT'S THAT WE'RE ALL BATTLING FEAR OH DEAR I DON'T KNOW IF WE KNOW WHY WE'RE HERE OH MY TOO DEEP PLEASE STOP THINKING I LIKED IT BETTER WHEN MY CAR HAD SOUND THERE ARE THINGS WE CAN DO BUT FROM THE THINGS THAT WORK THERE ARE ONLY TWO AND FROM THE TWO THAT WE CHOOSE TO DO PEACE WILL WIN AND FEAR WILL LOSE THERE'S FAITH AND THERE'S SLEEP WE NEED TO PICK ONE PLEASE BECAUSE FAITH IS TO BE AWAKE AND TO BE AWAKE IS FOR US TO THINK AND FOR US TO THINK IS TO BE ALIVE AND I WILL TRY WITH EVERY RHYME TO COME ACROSS LIKE I AM DYING TO LET YOU KNOW YOU NEED TO TRY TO THINK I HAVE THESE THOUGHTS SO OFTEN I OUGHT TO REPLACE THAT SLOT WITH WHAT I ONCE BOUGHT CAUSE SOMEBODY STOLE MY CAR RADIO AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE

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{{ @nashforhire || BODYSWAP }}

Reg woke slowly, comfortably. He knew he was in Liz’s quarters, snuggled under the covers with her after spending the night together. Shifting a little, he lifted a hand to brush his hair out of his face…

Wait. His hair was long enough to be in his face?

Confused, Reg took hold of a strand and stared. It was long and dark…that wasn’t his hair…

And his hand…he took a moment to study his fingers. They were more smaller, more slender…that wasn’t his hand…?

Alarmed and bewildered, Reg shifted a little more in the bed, then felt something…odd. Lifting up the blanket a little, Reg looked down at his own chest. Oh, those were definitely not his…

Oh God. Oh God. What was happening. Was this a dream? He pinched himself. Nothing happened. Oh God. Already dreading what he would see, Reg cautiously turned his head to look at Liz beside him…except it wasn’t Liz. It was…himself!?

Oh fuck. Reg’s mouth dropped open and a very faint noise came out. It sounded vaguely like a dying animal.

“Uh, the only hope I had was selling dope
Was on my grind cause times was harder than the cellar floor
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke
Oh, I was raised by the stop sign
No religion I was getting saved by the glock nine
By the minute I was getting paid like a hotline
Servin’ rollin’ fiends was calling, we was dot com
Well connected, well respected and well protected
Aint get accepted, well rejected and now they regret it
Aint get my message, was a signal when I was texting
The niggas I was calling was fraudin’, I learned my lesson
Now I move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon
Cause chances are never given they tooken like interceptions
So throw that pass, I’ll be the cornerback
Me and Folarin MMG gon bring that Warner back”