In no order what so ever.
Decline of a generation.
Must run rather than sleep.
Kill the thoughts.
Remember what needs to be remembered.
Must have the 4 months.
Be the better man.
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Probably in 2013
rhymes rhymes rhymes, makes me kill time.
“gimme time please, dear mr. doug” said charley to the train usher. he need the ride back to hampshire to attend his idolized big brother whom married an army general daughter. the old stick walker doug couldn’t do anything else.
he pities the boy because he knows charlie’s parent were not the model parents.
so he told charlie the next stop is his last.
And every ray of light that shines at night is only neon…
Everything as of now. The last words of Lesley Gore by Gena Rowlands Band.
Awesome, awesome song.
A bit less obvious…
Speak dumb like every other one
Don’t want to let you down
I’d rather let you fall apart
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Right after…
The possibility of not lying down and sleep are quite impossible.
Nitey nite, planet earth.
Grass jelly
What do we really mean when the grass is always greener on the other side.
It’s always a subjective statement…
Small bump.
you were just a small bump unborn, in four months your brought to life,
you might be left with my hair, but you’ll have your mother’s eyes,
i’ll hold your body in my hands be as gentle as i can, but for now your scan of my unmade plans,
small bump four months your brought to life
