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it seem insane at times that the old ways of doing things have become faded out or taken over by the decline in our priorities and a rise in commercial commodity. such as gas.
maybe i was raised " old school "
maybe i longed for the days of gas station food and dirty shady venues and unshaven legs and pits peeing outdoors or on the side of the road and screaming my head off drooling into germ stained mics every night. and this was my simple dream for a long time.
we can't all just jump in the van and be thankful we have ears and eyes and all fingers. and they all work right (which is the grateful part) and we can't go exploring and share the whole point of being a spec of the silly tortured puzzle.
the whole thing is changing. bands with heart that play with balls or crotch to the wall will be taken out one by one until its all just a commercial. for an Ipod laptop palmtop blackberry cinoberry carwash nosejob breast basketball fairy tim hortons starbucks porno probably.
what will happen to people like me then
maybe i was raised " old school "
maybe i longed for the days of gas station food and dirty shady venues and unshaven legs and pits peeing outdoors or on the side of the road and screaming my head off drooling into germ stained mics every night. and this was my simple dream for a long time.
we can't all just jump in the van and be thankful we have ears and eyes and all fingers. and they all work right (which is the grateful part) and we can't go exploring and share the whole point of being a spec of the silly tortured puzzle.
the whole thing is changing. bands with heart that play with balls or crotch to the wall will be taken out one by one until its all just a commercial. for an Ipod laptop palmtop blackberry cinoberry carwash nosejob breast basketball fairy tim hortons starbucks porno probably.
what will happen to people like me then