Saying conundrum like it’s a bad thing, “are you stoned?”
fuck you, my tot has teetered and my balance is quite off these days.
guess it’s a cold and cough occasion.
“What the fuck is that?!” down town…where they’ll try and put john lennon away because hes different.
I want to burn my bra, but we all have to follow through with the motions.
I have an ache in my neck, so will you be my friend? ‘cause my colors are fading, greens now jaded and im losing my creative gaming. I also want to burn down bridges and break down walls, bare to all my thoughts and feelings. I want to be carelessly & genuinely honest. But I wont because im afraid of unacceptance and I am far too occupied twirling in the madness. Pleading you to give me your life water and breathe in me the green. See the sea deep within me and my rivers in the trees.
I heard gods love, faith and grace is a daily market place…then I believed it when I seen an elderly romance just a few rows before me. I blew away their disapprovals with my single life style and accentuated their expected standards.
Laughter is life’s simplest cure to sickness and diseases. mz. pleases and cares, its hard to be humanitarian. My gears are grinded but not quite polished. So fucking ride it until my tips fall off. God damn it, why am I so fulfilled, overwhelmed by the beauty of experience contradictions? Just give him the patience of a spider, obedience of a plow horse and the peace of a bumble bee.
espresso yourself 01/11/2009
With teary eyes and wine stained lips, her balance beam timbers and her scale tips. I don’t want to get sucked into the victimized selfish muck of negativity and be another contemporary fool, but more like my ancestors because their hard earned wisdom humbles me. Though I’m told living in the past will make my life harder, yet living in the future will only do the same. So we are to live in today and say, “I am.”
What the fuck ever! I love diversity, you diverse me emotionally. Baby, s’next? Time to get the mop and bucket? Life is short, so fuck it. I met a man from Nantucket and he loved it. So did I because I love the higher high… that “baba fat” knows about. (http://www.subgenius.com/updates/5-99news/X0028_The_Perfect_High.html)
Don’t doubt I’ve cleansed my soul and I wish other to know this tranquil, serene feeling. From the floor to the ceiling understand the meaning… of my life. Survive the night terrors, fight affairs and annoying situations. Tolerate the fucking spaces between those faces and bad breath. Yet she wept as happiness overwhelmed her cup of lovelies. I don’t want to be serious but sometimes the scale tilts that way. Baybay, you blow my mind and I’m not quite sure what to feel but I know I like it and I want eternity of such entertainment. I’ll do what I can to return the favor ‘cause I’m clownin’ like that. I love good times and you remind me of it because we make the kind that doesn’t slip my mind. Throughout the passing time I want to hold your mental hand. You can reprimand my curiosity but I hate cats and we all die eventually. So love yourself and love your skin. Love your being from deep within, all your flaws and best yet your strengths. Defeat your fears and exceed the fullest length. 10,000 hours, so be it. Love yourself until the end of it, but there will always be silly materials to set us apart. Now I’m more confused than ever, hearing fire trucks and police cars. I’m actually glad it isn’t for me, though it is sometimes hard to be an artist in production. I lost my creative function as I bit my tongue and said I loved him. Those fucking jumper cables! Waiting in a cold vehicle. Impatiently counting the seconds faster than the actual tick-tock of a wall clock or wrist watch. The knocking of the engine played out a beat that coincidently matched the pulsing of my heart. Closing my eyes, I lost track of time and fell into the music of my mind. With my soul at ease I took a look around at all the snow on the ground and bushes. A few weeks before my mother pointed out that there were still leaves on the trees. She believes this is because winter came quickly and froze these leaves before they had a chance to fall. It was at this particular moment I was overcome with a sense of adoration and I guess it was appreciation. I found the contrast of the dead leaves deep amber against the clean white snow to be simply breath taking. These leaves seemed to carry a significant message to those seeking encouragement, “just hold on.”
What the fuck ever! I love diversity, you diverse me emotionally. Baby, s’next? Time to get the mop and bucket? Life is short, so fuck it. I met a man from Nantucket and he loved it. So did I because I love the higher high… that “baba fat” knows about. (http://www.subgenius.com/updates/5-99news/X0028_The_Perfect_High.html)
Don’t doubt I’ve cleansed my soul and I wish other to know this tranquil, serene feeling. From the floor to the ceiling understand the meaning… of my life. Survive the night terrors, fight affairs and annoying situations. Tolerate the fucking spaces between those faces and bad breath. Yet she wept as happiness overwhelmed her cup of lovelies. I don’t want to be serious but sometimes the scale tilts that way. Baybay, you blow my mind and I’m not quite sure what to feel but I know I like it and I want eternity of such entertainment. I’ll do what I can to return the favor ‘cause I’m clownin’ like that. I love good times and you remind me of it because we make the kind that doesn’t slip my mind. Throughout the passing time I want to hold your mental hand. You can reprimand my curiosity but I hate cats and we all die eventually. So love yourself and love your skin. Love your being from deep within, all your flaws and best yet your strengths. Defeat your fears and exceed the fullest length. 10,000 hours, so be it. Love yourself until the end of it, but there will always be silly materials to set us apart. Now I’m more confused than ever, hearing fire trucks and police cars. I’m actually glad it isn’t for me, though it is sometimes hard to be an artist in production. I lost my creative function as I bit my tongue and said I loved him. Those fucking jumper cables! Waiting in a cold vehicle. Impatiently counting the seconds faster than the actual tick-tock of a wall clock or wrist watch. The knocking of the engine played out a beat that coincidently matched the pulsing of my heart. Closing my eyes, I lost track of time and fell into the music of my mind. With my soul at ease I took a look around at all the snow on the ground and bushes. A few weeks before my mother pointed out that there were still leaves on the trees. She believes this is because winter came quickly and froze these leaves before they had a chance to fall. It was at this particular moment I was overcome with a sense of adoration and I guess it was appreciation. I found the contrast of the dead leaves deep amber against the clean white snow to be simply breath taking. These leaves seemed to carry a significant message to those seeking encouragement, “just hold on.”
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