Is it a crime to like James Taylor?/ Yet another freewrite/ hear me ROAR.
"Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again
Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around
Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things
to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground"
Does anyone remember when James Taylor did the Simpsons? XD
IS IT WRONG TO LOVE HIM?????
I know who I am. And I dont have to lie to impress your bland vanilla ass and I never had to. You dont know nearly enough about me to tell me who I am. You werent worth the effort of a worthy lie. People like you just make me sick to my stomach, people who dont go out there and do something, people who wallow in their shit. I have my own shit, but I dont drown in it, it happens, I complain, moving on. Forgive me if I posess a personality and a knowledgable life from experence, you will never have that, so for that I say HAHAHAHAHAH you'll never truely experence life without experences to learn from. You should just live in a cave, that's the ideal enviroment for you. And jesus, you have to be a complete moron to tell ME I can die from Marijuana, why dont you learn something about what your talking about before you go spewing your ignorent suburbia shit, I LIKE SMOKING POT and if one person dies from smoking pot, I hope its you and that pathetic thing you call a personality, I dont write in code so you probavly wont understand this, so yeah, good luck with that.
Do you know someone like that? I bet you probably do.
............................................................................................
Your waking up to the movement of a city you barely know anymore, a stoned sleep, place and people and object that hold solid ground seem like a distance between the thing that holds your familuarity, what is this city? What are these places that seem like just that? This city that envokes music notes, floating through the noise, and breaking, tearing, isolating the dull reality I am used to. Voodoo noise with industralized joy makes this NYC hot dog, and plasters a smile on a elated vendors face.
The suns blocking out the grey, and everything seems ok. But your bound to end up in a place you dont want to be, cold ditch tar pit rotting originality, dripping from the pores of sun soaked skin...
...This is where the true story of my city begins.
Whats stories do you have for me, new morning? What do your night saturated buildings hold now? A young college student, beating the extention on a revolution he thinks he's a part of? Where are you off to? Where are YOU going?
I know where my feet will take me.
Far from comfort
Away from home
To a store
On a train
Oh thank you lord, for sending the F train
Walking in the acid rain
Drinking a drink
Of Hudson and The East
A passenger on a plane...
And hopefully back to today
10:29, when the city woke up.
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again
Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around
Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things
to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground"
Does anyone remember when James Taylor did the Simpsons? XD
IS IT WRONG TO LOVE HIM?????
I know who I am. And I dont have to lie to impress your bland vanilla ass and I never had to. You dont know nearly enough about me to tell me who I am. You werent worth the effort of a worthy lie. People like you just make me sick to my stomach, people who dont go out there and do something, people who wallow in their shit. I have my own shit, but I dont drown in it, it happens, I complain, moving on. Forgive me if I posess a personality and a knowledgable life from experence, you will never have that, so for that I say HAHAHAHAHAH you'll never truely experence life without experences to learn from. You should just live in a cave, that's the ideal enviroment for you. And jesus, you have to be a complete moron to tell ME I can die from Marijuana, why dont you learn something about what your talking about before you go spewing your ignorent suburbia shit, I LIKE SMOKING POT and if one person dies from smoking pot, I hope its you and that pathetic thing you call a personality, I dont write in code so you probavly wont understand this, so yeah, good luck with that.
Do you know someone like that? I bet you probably do.
............................................................................................
Your waking up to the movement of a city you barely know anymore, a stoned sleep, place and people and object that hold solid ground seem like a distance between the thing that holds your familuarity, what is this city? What are these places that seem like just that? This city that envokes music notes, floating through the noise, and breaking, tearing, isolating the dull reality I am used to. Voodoo noise with industralized joy makes this NYC hot dog, and plasters a smile on a elated vendors face.
The suns blocking out the grey, and everything seems ok. But your bound to end up in a place you dont want to be, cold ditch tar pit rotting originality, dripping from the pores of sun soaked skin...
...This is where the true story of my city begins.
Whats stories do you have for me, new morning? What do your night saturated buildings hold now? A young college student, beating the extention on a revolution he thinks he's a part of? Where are you off to? Where are YOU going?
I know where my feet will take me.
Far from comfort
Away from home
To a store
On a train
Oh thank you lord, for sending the F train
Walking in the acid rain
Drinking a drink
Of Hudson and The East
A passenger on a plane...
And hopefully back to today
10:29, when the city woke up.