Imitation of Life
it's a luscious mix of words and tricks that let us bet when you know we should fold on rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped and of the whole mess of roads we're now on. hold you glass up, hold it in never betray the way you've always known it is. one day i'll be wondering how i got so old just wondering how i never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
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Thursday, December 08, 2005
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screw you riggs...you're picking hairs, or drawing straws or whatever people call it when they're being ornery and too specific...i'm sad that he didn't live through my youth and continue making wonderful music...does that make you happy...does it make you happy that i completely rip away the poetry and simple eloquence of my statements? you technically acute asshole.
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