i have less to say than to do
Peacefulbut bring me a fresh brew
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buy toilet paperthe indelicacies and proffesional deterioration is why ive lost total hope in this generation you make money off of me in any form you can tax my ass. make me turn to making glass. your all talk to the screens but behind the scenes you cream for the dream. im on a different team i dont need your money i dont need your carbuy toilet paper
i dont need my name written in the stars
and at this moment i dont feel i'll make it far in this imperial wasteland of tar
who am i to dissapoint dissagree with today
witch battle whos friend will i be. whats with all the glares and stares &nbs
by ~crazybit
well of course that would bewe are making ourselves miserble day in day out for nooo reason we stirve on hendered and trapped this is bull shit! so here we are utterly poor hoping this pay day will alow us to eat and continue to drag ourselves to work. theres never any spare money to buy those beautiful clhothes i see every single day i want them i fold them day in day outwell of course that would be
you can do any thing you want you can be anything you want hah well you can if you are lucky if you go threw every procedure and
process and accumulate enough dept to drown yourself in sounds fun right well thats what we fa
by ~crazybit
Questions but not reallyMaybe I'll watch the sun rise Then perhaps I'll wait for it to setQuestions but not really
I'll listen to another song Inhale a stream of smoke Exhale billows Stare at the starless sky polluted with light Listen to the rain patter from roof tops
Maybe then something will make sense
I'll allow my brain to float in a stream of consciousness Perhaps the words no one can ever seem to say will come out
Sometimes just knowing that you're not alone helps When the world is crashing What is one to do?
Do we all just sit and think of the same things
Do we just let
by ~crazybit
downtown screamsstrung out in the streets friction ripped blues jeans in a city of dreams made up on lost time fickled in the reality of number 9 life is just a crime smoke fumes rift to cloudsdowntown screams
clothes piled in mounds weight figured in pounds millions of people in a field of twenty broken nails and shards of glass waking up for morning class isolated in reality
awaiting mortality
tired of all the practicallity
if the 3rd street's waiting i'm still debating crime and procreating
by ~crazybit
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- Current Residence: wondering the roads
- Interests: love. music. peace. nature. cupcakes. girls. boys.
- Favourite movie: black beauty, pride and prejudice
- Favourite band or musician: brand new. the beatles. MIA. bright eyes. electric president.
- Favourite cartoon character: tweety
- Tools of the Trade: earth. brain. gum. air.
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