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Last night I got so high I thought the ceiling tiles were both fascinating and funny.
I looked at my toenails and laughed and then I went out on the patio to smoke some more.
"I'm floating," I said to you. You challenged me to sing the alphabet, forward and backwards.
"Don't trip," you said as I ran through the yard, getting my bare feet wet.
"I won't trip," I said. "I'm a fucking unicorn!"
I proceeded to make out with my pizza on the living room floor. Nobody has to know.
Tomorrow and the next day determine my future with you forever.
I could say, "Hey, this is how I feel," or I'll never see you again.
You're scrawny, bony knees and your disgusting blonde mustache.
It's long overdue that I say goodbye, but they'll have to pry me, kicking and screaming.
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If we're all so unhappy with where we live,
So much so that we feel the need to go away,
To exotic lands on extravagant vacations,
What are we doing wrong?
Take me away to San Diego, and let me stay.
  
  
"Rush, rush, rush... all we do in this world is rush.
On the the next meeting, appointment, game...
And for what? To keep ourselves busy, I reckon.
We'd all be so much better off if we slowed down.
I did it, and I enjoy my life now."
"But how do we do that? It's hard.
We can't leave our lives behind,
And it's all we've ever known, too."
"It's not that hard. It's simple. Everything's simple.
That is, once you stop worrying about it.
Here's how I did it: I opened my eyes."
  
Since I have a life, I only update when I'm extremely bored.
And this morning I got my wisdom teeth out. So you know.
Expect updates.
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Underneath the stormy seas,
I behold tranquility.
The placid blues and greens,
Stirring above, beneath me.
If I could walk on water,
I'd be that much stronger,
But for now I need the bottle,
To become what I have dreamed.
I've seen this city, bird's-eye-view,
The smoke and the sky scrapers,
I never imagined all I could do,
Until I became a chaser.
I could see the sun up there,
The light, the sky, the clouds,
The smoky, soot interior,
Layed rotten, the past, the ground.
Contemplative beauty,
Another wistful day,
The frigid wind can't bother me,
When time is more than air,
And I see everywhere,
The life that's all around me,
The life that does surround me.
The moments I feel alive.
Stability, stability,
Hold for one more night!
A storm it is a'comin',
Hang tight and brave its' flight.
For long you have remained here,
A symbolic strike of strength,
And endure just one more bite, snare,
One more jab, one more blow, one more smite.
You'll make it through alright,
Just bent from the harsh, lonesome time. | | |
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