All glitter and gowns, all vendor and sounds. Peace, love, time to grow up, infinitely. Calm yourbandana, it's fashion; it's black, it's passion, it's back, indefinitely. serendipity. serendipitily? with serendipitous? does anyone have a dictionary? Of course not.
Course. or worse, path? Roads are taken, and lost, and dead-ended. Splendid. You can be nonconformity, I'm normalcy, supposedly. Veins, I'm vain.
If i had a dope war, I bet I'd get robbed and shot. As she pours another drink, her cleavage is escaping, sitting at the picnic table, gaping, truth or dear, I swear, this game will end in stop signs. I was right. The water bill is high because the faucet dripped all night. Stop burning bridges to kill yourself, don't pollute, just drive off the edge instead; it's efficient. No, it's bedtime. Curl into my covers and seep into my rainbow sheets, please. I want to feel your dreams. scratch that, I want to fill your seams. I want noteworthy schemes and explicit means for losing teams. and screams, streams of them with needs. or seeds, it seems girls spin trees for me. It bleeds streams of themes so they cream for Joachim. the esteemed regime dictates an extreme or green revolution. So fight pollution in your vegan-alternative lifestyles.
I'll be there. For shipping method and shopping credit, for you. In parks with cops and I4 sparks, I'll sit in the passenger seat and be there for you. Wrecks and sex; that's next; that's us. Plus, I pay for the liquor unwillingly; stilling all desire for inspiring crevices of lost cities.Panic, meet the press.
Assess the lyrics of irate artists on scratched CD's. Dead with thatched memories. or tools of foolish mediocrity. Democracy in a magicians top hat pulled out a rabbit, sad, really the naivetyof a cabaret's 'deceivity'. I've got my own dictionary on Ebay along with potato chips the shape of jesus' balls. tap, tap, tap. and then... just smack. *DING* please, turn the page. Or pass the milk, it's the same.
I'm still too young for a sea of conniving attention. Not to mention the pension I'm sure to receive. Oh lord and salsa; "Kayak" reciprocals. how cool, how chic, how weak? Au Contraire.And then how can a piece of ply wood be slinky and crawl down the front porch stairs? because of love. or Winn Dixie. or Wal-mart. or cocaine.
So our rebellion predicted a rise in the consuming of scotch. We blamed the ride for the clocks in the tides. and it's done on purpose so mahogany boys can lace fingers with girls that have jobs at the circus. Silver rings? Please. We're seventeen, not thirty-twelve, take your engagement to the moon, you're killing the chance this generation had. The leader in the circle is selling bubblegum smiles, and we'll park for awhile and swear at the sergeant major who majorly is a pain in the ass.
It's not my job to maintain the rest of the world's trends. I don't have a crack-selling boyfriend to teach me the facts of life, and I couldn't have been staring when he walked by because I can promise you that's not my type. I don't do deaf, or deal, or wind-chimes. I'll deny I'm simply frilly, and wear sneakers to bed in order to stop my feet from going sore in my nightmares.
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