californication
on a jet plane still thinking of helping hands
bubbles of beer are sliding up and down my bottle so fast.
I expect some sun shine to do me good, from the crackin cold at home, my god.
and just maybe the distance will make me bring some sunrays back, because i ve heard it makes the heart grow stronger not fonder. would not be the first time california has made my arms anxious.
Im not even getting the whole picture which is probably decorated around the edges with duct tape, nails, and some bleach. like these pants. like me, these pants have seen better times. good times! like June, when i could run south grab the keymaster and my brother and run to the top of the tower. Not the top of the highest tower because then all you have around you is space. There is nothing wrong with space!!! But the seagulls dont prefer it and neither do I because i like to look ahead and pretend it explodes. Or doesnt, whatever. Either way something brought it all down and it couldnt be the black lips and pseudo-sleep because i see the change everywhere. The pinkest lips you ever saw, still freaking the fuck out!!
I want to write about something elseses.
Color: I prefer black to white
and reddish to jet planes.
I prefer@*?!!))---
Jeanne, Learah
Oh and im sorry for most of it, I love you/
bubbles of beer are sliding up and down my bottle so fast.
I expect some sun shine to do me good, from the crackin cold at home, my god.
and just maybe the distance will make me bring some sunrays back, because i ve heard it makes the heart grow stronger not fonder. would not be the first time california has made my arms anxious.
Im not even getting the whole picture which is probably decorated around the edges with duct tape, nails, and some bleach. like these pants. like me, these pants have seen better times. good times! like June, when i could run south grab the keymaster and my brother and run to the top of the tower. Not the top of the highest tower because then all you have around you is space. There is nothing wrong with space!!! But the seagulls dont prefer it and neither do I because i like to look ahead and pretend it explodes. Or doesnt, whatever. Either way something brought it all down and it couldnt be the black lips and pseudo-sleep because i see the change everywhere. The pinkest lips you ever saw, still freaking the fuck out!!
I want to write about something elseses.
Color: I prefer black to white
and reddish to jet planes.
I prefer@*?!!))---
Jeanne, Learah
Oh and im sorry for most of it, I love you/