inside the previously barren
sometimes the last chance you take.
winged battles, chariots with a dark side
ipads covered in blood and jam.
take this fifty eight satin colored exterior
observe what half a century conjures.
liver spotted wrinkiles, sweet n low carbs
but you still have your hair.and the wifle's
still dead like all those times you never dreamed
she'd be.
i think the problem is your heart is in
the right place, but the right place
is not. . crack another beer
we'll be seeing you soon.
(*)O)
the infinite amount of monkeys it would take
to grab this line and turn it into a knock knock joke
would still not begin to crack the encoded
message i send you each nite. do you recognise
this song? first time's the best.
except that gang rape always feels like the first time.
mom asks me why i go back and i tell her
i dunno. maybe it was the way you fed me peas.
i can't say i'll be at your funeral. it depends on when
i have the decency to die. or really why should anyone.
i'm pretty sure there's a world of warcraft
you couldn't begin to trust out there.
level 72 is impressive, so's a ot 12.
i've almost forgotten all that you taught me
when we were mice, nvermind the seagrass
with the buge purple bulge. it's like you took lsd
then became the halucination. good to see you again.
*(&(&8
esposito realty called.
they want five dollah please.
i want to sell this place
move to a shack on the beach or just
two blocks over. i could take
the intercoastal side.
that's what oregon didn't have.
barrier islands. you'd go from inland
pastures,. between two hills and bam
the pacific is right in your face, sarah silverman style.
that' shit's mostly batshit and reserved forsnowbirds.
if you saw how fast i make these words you'd swoon.
*(&&(
listen i'd say to her if she asks about
what am i gonna do for retirement
i'm not gonna make it there, don't fret it.
i smoke. wirk in a factory
drive a fast car. write poetry.
all's i need is trigeminal neuralgia
and i'm all set.
oh
and a gun.
*(&&*
winged battles, chariots with a dark side
ipads covered in blood and jam.
take this fifty eight satin colored exterior
observe what half a century conjures.
liver spotted wrinkiles, sweet n low carbs
but you still have your hair.and the wifle's
still dead like all those times you never dreamed
she'd be.
i think the problem is your heart is in
the right place, but the right place
is not. . crack another beer
we'll be seeing you soon.
(*)O)
the infinite amount of monkeys it would take
to grab this line and turn it into a knock knock joke
would still not begin to crack the encoded
message i send you each nite. do you recognise
this song? first time's the best.
except that gang rape always feels like the first time.
mom asks me why i go back and i tell her
i dunno. maybe it was the way you fed me peas.
i can't say i'll be at your funeral. it depends on when
i have the decency to die. or really why should anyone.
i'm pretty sure there's a world of warcraft
you couldn't begin to trust out there.
level 72 is impressive, so's a ot 12.
i've almost forgotten all that you taught me
when we were mice, nvermind the seagrass
with the buge purple bulge. it's like you took lsd
then became the halucination. good to see you again.
*(&(&8
esposito realty called.
they want five dollah please.
i want to sell this place
move to a shack on the beach or just
two blocks over. i could take
the intercoastal side.
that's what oregon didn't have.
barrier islands. you'd go from inland
pastures,. between two hills and bam
the pacific is right in your face, sarah silverman style.
that' shit's mostly batshit and reserved forsnowbirds.
if you saw how fast i make these words you'd swoon.
*(&&(
listen i'd say to her if she asks about
what am i gonna do for retirement
i'm not gonna make it there, don't fret it.
i smoke. wirk in a factory
drive a fast car. write poetry.
all's i need is trigeminal neuralgia
and i'm all set.
oh
and a gun.
*(&&*
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