blah blah blah
phony fuckers
clap your hands
walk in line
keep pace
hands at your side
left right left right
what about that new club mix?
but my shows on!
barf
what a dispicable species we can be
rockets to space
blow up in our face
am i sad angry or afraid
i don't know anymore
it's all the same
roll a smoke
crack a joke
hide the fear
wipe a tear
still,
it smelled good today
guess that makes it okay
i'm funny that way
posted by Agent of Truth @ 6:58 pm
1 Comments:
i love reading your blog. i often feel the way you do, its comforting to know i'm not alone.
i've also realized i'm an alcoholic, so i guess i have that.
"running over the same old ground, what have we found? the same old fears"
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