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Mid Night

Pink Volume

It's 2:34a.m. in a house my friend is 'sitting' for the weekend and sleepy bodies are decorating the living space. We had smoked just shy of a half Q and took a slight intermission to wait for the last man to arrive before continuing, he was throwing down too. Time escapes us, then looking through eye-sand out the window I see [at least] two men sporting ski masks approach our door.
Then silence.
Then, banging.
A friend and I grab a steak knife each.
This part of my life is called
'Get The Fuck On the Ground!'
{queue the music.}
Fast forward to tireless running, street after street, and moments later I'm the lucky one. I'm shirtless and calling for my friends but getting static instead and the only thought on repeat stream in my mind is: Fuck, All My Friends Are Dead And I Can't Tell Anyone. Thus, this part of my life dons
The Birth of Kilnoyze.

Beat Box Vol.1:     the Gift Box

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FUCC your favorite producer, i am kilnoyze
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