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NO, don't blog on myspace.
you have LJ for that.
********SIGH**********
wasted
WASTED
WASTED
days......... My brain is fresh out of chemicals.
SO.
I write to you.
NOT to you.
OR you.
but you.
To you. Who will show up at my house at 1:30 AM, smoke pot with me, and laugh at Adult swim until t's light outside.
To you. Who will tell me when I'm being a cocky asshole, and still let me sleep on your lap.
To you. Who will lend me two dollars and thirty five cents for a 22 every day.... until the sky falls.
To you. Who will tell me my music sucks, and not care that I hate you for five minutes.
To the person that cashes my check, even though I don't have ID.
To the drugs that keep me entertained day in and day out.
To the motherfucker that made beer taste good.
To my nose, which hasn't fallen off yet, despite the various meathods of torture I use to encourage such behavior.
To my turntables.
To you, who can evoke spontanious OVERWHELMING love and complete comfortable happiness.
But you can leave.
And you did leave
And I wouldn't miss you.
And I don't miss you
To my Mangar.
And to the one person who never fails to make me feel SO PRETTY.
...............
........
......................
............
Add them all together, and I have a soul mate.
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.....
Did you just compare pot to christmas????
you have LJ for that.
********SIGH**********
wasted
WASTED
WASTED
days......... My brain is fresh out of chemicals.
SO.
I write to you.
NOT to you.
OR you.
but you.
To you. Who will show up at my house at 1:30 AM, smoke pot with me, and laugh at Adult swim until t's light outside.
To you. Who will tell me when I'm being a cocky asshole, and still let me sleep on your lap.
To you. Who will lend me two dollars and thirty five cents for a 22 every day.... until the sky falls.
To you. Who will tell me my music sucks, and not care that I hate you for five minutes.
To the person that cashes my check, even though I don't have ID.
To the drugs that keep me entertained day in and day out.
To the motherfucker that made beer taste good.
To my nose, which hasn't fallen off yet, despite the various meathods of torture I use to encourage such behavior.
To my turntables.
To you, who can evoke spontanious OVERWHELMING love and complete comfortable happiness.
But you can leave.
And you did leave
And I wouldn't miss you.
And I don't miss you
To my Mangar.
And to the one person who never fails to make me feel SO PRETTY.
...............
........
......................
............
Add them all together, and I have a soul mate.
..........
.................
.....
Did you just compare pot to christmas????