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once upon a time the interstate meant a lot more than just a four hour transit to gainesville.
once upon a time i pilfered lunch money to pay for the same ride, and to swallow about 6 more hours of gravel along the way.
but each hill held in it, like hands cupping a fragile moment exploding with excitement, a firecracker with just 24 seconds to live. a flaming wick licking the dusty beaches north of here somewhere asking where, the ruins slowly framing the small heart of a boy drawn up from the south.
there's more than one theory or idea that states that the "grass is always greener on the other side of the fence" and it's not uncommon for adolescents to feel like the past few months were much more enjoyable than the present passing months.
unfortunately, this proves true to almost anyone, as people seem to develop a type of syndrome, and thus base their ideas on the beleif that their current situation, which most often neither offers nor provides any guarantees towards the fulfillment of adolescent desires, those which tend to run through us perpetually. there's no such thing as truly satisfying one's own thirst.
forever we'll live forever remebering forever what it was like to conceive forever.
does that seem wrong?
Mostly blues: once upon a time man
SkankiN BakoN: came to town with a sack of marbles
does that seem right?
i just wish it was eay to say, admit, realize,
"you can't win 'em all"
i've pressed my shoulders for 2 months, practiced shrugging.
muscle tension relase
beer desire
the northern beaches
have since birthed liars.
i'm in college.
but there's no such thing as getting drunk anymore
now you just drink
and drink
and drink
and nobody's ever there to catch you.
and so it's over.
we're all here for something,
so hook me up and let me out,
because i'm about ready to ask.
the same question
she answered
silently.
there's a mailbox and a telephone
and the rest of you with petrol and engine..
there's a city
and a boy.
.peter
oh
the sadness
forever
choking
on adolescent
madness
once upon a time i pilfered lunch money to pay for the same ride, and to swallow about 6 more hours of gravel along the way.
but each hill held in it, like hands cupping a fragile moment exploding with excitement, a firecracker with just 24 seconds to live. a flaming wick licking the dusty beaches north of here somewhere asking where, the ruins slowly framing the small heart of a boy drawn up from the south.
there's more than one theory or idea that states that the "grass is always greener on the other side of the fence" and it's not uncommon for adolescents to feel like the past few months were much more enjoyable than the present passing months.
unfortunately, this proves true to almost anyone, as people seem to develop a type of syndrome, and thus base their ideas on the beleif that their current situation, which most often neither offers nor provides any guarantees towards the fulfillment of adolescent desires, those which tend to run through us perpetually. there's no such thing as truly satisfying one's own thirst.
forever we'll live forever remebering forever what it was like to conceive forever.
does that seem wrong?
Mostly blues: once upon a time man
SkankiN BakoN: came to town with a sack of marbles
does that seem right?
i just wish it was eay to say, admit, realize,
"you can't win 'em all"
i've pressed my shoulders for 2 months, practiced shrugging.
muscle tension relase
beer desire
the northern beaches
have since birthed liars.
i'm in college.
but there's no such thing as getting drunk anymore
now you just drink
and drink
and drink
and nobody's ever there to catch you.
and so it's over.
we're all here for something,
so hook me up and let me out,
because i'm about ready to ask.
the same question
she answered
silently.
there's a mailbox and a telephone
and the rest of you with petrol and engine..
there's a city
and a boy.
.peter
oh
the sadness
forever
choking
on adolescent
madness