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some of this is from a xanga i deleted .
oh yes the past is full of a ramblin woman . oh yes.
moral relativism
I can barely pronounce that.
give me a shot, a bible verse, a lap dance ,and an amen.
amen...
i just want to start over....
where is the button
oh god...
where is it.
one day i want to live in a giant treehouse
like on swiss family robinson...
ride an elephant
bathe in my waterfall
i will not have a hump in my back
but i will have a cricket in my throat
one that chirps my husband to sleep...
oh our tiny bed full of flowers.
I sit on the street
watch their feet
I dont know where to find him.
like i said
lets live in
a former crack house
we could paint it, trippy colors
and get high
i would pick out the tunes
and right now
i pick galaxies
we would never leave and still be the talk of the town
wasting their time
making us the talk of the town
imagine that...
Lets quit what is expected of us,
lets leave unexpectantly
lets spit in the faces of our peers
and embrace our lovers
i can fit as many as i can in my car
that gets 32 miles to the gallon
we will take bikes
and tents and
the necessities we need to make us happy.
oh we did it , oh yes.
God , meet today,
my day,
only a millisecond for you
i guess.
sometimes im ruthless...
and sometimes you are just to sensitive.
oh the dirty city awaits me
and my guardian angel will follow as he does
trying on my clothes when i am not looking
getting that stale cigarettte smell in my sweaters.
oh yes the past is full of a ramblin woman . oh yes.
moral relativism
I can barely pronounce that.
give me a shot, a bible verse, a lap dance ,and an amen.
amen...
i just want to start over....
where is the button
oh god...
where is it.
one day i want to live in a giant treehouse
like on swiss family robinson...
ride an elephant
bathe in my waterfall
i will not have a hump in my back
but i will have a cricket in my throat
one that chirps my husband to sleep...
oh our tiny bed full of flowers.
I sit on the street
watch their feet
I dont know where to find him.
like i said
lets live in
a former crack house
we could paint it, trippy colors
and get high
i would pick out the tunes
and right now
i pick galaxies
we would never leave and still be the talk of the town
wasting their time
making us the talk of the town
imagine that...
Lets quit what is expected of us,
lets leave unexpectantly
lets spit in the faces of our peers
and embrace our lovers
i can fit as many as i can in my car
that gets 32 miles to the gallon
we will take bikes
and tents and
the necessities we need to make us happy.
oh we did it , oh yes.
God , meet today,
my day,
only a millisecond for you
i guess.
sometimes im ruthless...
and sometimes you are just to sensitive.
oh the dirty city awaits me
and my guardian angel will follow as he does
trying on my clothes when i am not looking
getting that stale cigarettte smell in my sweaters.