Aarrghrgh!
I feel like damn Charlie Brown over here. Yet again a nice woman with whom I have chemistry with is too alky, or too fickle, or too immature, to make a *plan* and stick to it. To know what is going on in their life well enough to be able to make plans.
I just need a stable, mature, woman to hold in my arms at night. *hangs head* Oh well, tomorrow is another day.
Update: She is bummed, so I wished her luck on her test tomorrow and let her know circumstances just didn't work out right now. Still, I think I'm going to cut her loose, as it were, tomorrow. I can't put up with this shite at this point in my life.
I wrote these one night in between hanging out with Andy and Kevin.
I’ve got checks with La Jolla address. So add this, sum total it. I live a bit.
Gain abilities and check shit. Aural bliss, with legal ends at a few impressive monoliths.
Now where you sunny bummies at? Have to relax. Just chit-chat. “Nice, ass”. You see that?
Not unless you bought the CD. Seed me. Believe in linguistics. Communicate. Ya missed it.
Demonic mnemonics, with that silent ‘n’ trippin’ you up. You hearin’ this shit Definitive Jux? Luck.
This is anti-ironic. Ultra-sonic. Gamera, with elliptical azure death ray. I won’t say I can’t steal yo’ camera.
Existential. Megalon. I’d like to meet that ‘mon. Hope he ain’t gone. “No sir, I did not just say ‘bong’”.
Got busted out, now I’m on the ron. Paul reps rhymes, homeslice ‘stonned’ at the conf.
Thought he was Brawns, son, sawin’ them logs, drillin holes in bored whores. Stores store good goods, mm.. foods, for you in the ‘hoods.
If you stand tall, stand upon the wall. View the entire waarld. You can also see the stars. Unless them lights be actin' like exhaust.
I just hope they don’t make laws to prohibit thems and the robots that will battle us and hit reset on the cons’.
Sole role for legendary Will Smith, since he’s with the people who lead it without us realizing shit.
And that is beef, ya hear it?
The rapture is the disappearance of a thousand gross humans, literally, impossibly, matter removed from reality instantly is the route of the righteous and the free. But the limit of a dozen squares means a dozen G’s is too many unless we be alright with only staying on the mic for a few secs, see, maybe only eleven squared, since it seems to move out the unseeing.
[INCOMPLETE]
I just need a stable, mature, woman to hold in my arms at night. *hangs head* Oh well, tomorrow is another day.
Update: She is bummed, so I wished her luck on her test tomorrow and let her know circumstances just didn't work out right now. Still, I think I'm going to cut her loose, as it were, tomorrow. I can't put up with this shite at this point in my life.
I wrote these one night in between hanging out with Andy and Kevin.
I’ve got checks with La Jolla address. So add this, sum total it. I live a bit.
Gain abilities and check shit. Aural bliss, with legal ends at a few impressive monoliths.
Now where you sunny bummies at? Have to relax. Just chit-chat. “Nice, ass”. You see that?
Not unless you bought the CD. Seed me. Believe in linguistics. Communicate. Ya missed it.
Demonic mnemonics, with that silent ‘n’ trippin’ you up. You hearin’ this shit Definitive Jux? Luck.
This is anti-ironic. Ultra-sonic. Gamera, with elliptical azure death ray. I won’t say I can’t steal yo’ camera.
Existential. Megalon. I’d like to meet that ‘mon. Hope he ain’t gone. “No sir, I did not just say ‘bong’”.
Got busted out, now I’m on the ron. Paul reps rhymes, homeslice ‘stonned’ at the conf.
Thought he was Brawns, son, sawin’ them logs, drillin holes in bored whores. Stores store good goods, mm.. foods, for you in the ‘hoods.
If you stand tall, stand upon the wall. View the entire waarld. You can also see the stars. Unless them lights be actin' like exhaust.
I just hope they don’t make laws to prohibit thems and the robots that will battle us and hit reset on the cons’.
Sole role for legendary Will Smith, since he’s with the people who lead it without us realizing shit.
And that is beef, ya hear it?
The rapture is the disappearance of a thousand gross humans, literally, impossibly, matter removed from reality instantly is the route of the righteous and the free. But the limit of a dozen squares means a dozen G’s is too many unless we be alright with only staying on the mic for a few secs, see, maybe only eleven squared, since it seems to move out the unseeing.
[INCOMPLETE]