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so there is a wonderful bittersweet rain that hits my head as i walk down the street. it cleans my head like a sheep would lick its young, but i know that god had different intentions for his future lambchops. in the end i know that i am dead because things only work out the way they want to.
and i mean, man it is the day after and the money is gone, bridges have burned and i find myself on the outskirts of the island enjoing myself knowing that i will have to swim the east river like Kramer if i want to mend relationships.
Labor day is rather literal, but only i will know in 10 days when the day after has become the day today. meaning the day is the one that the rhythm has lifted off the sewer lids exposing us all to that raw shit.
things done changed kids, but hey don't we all know it, and in the end are any of us really upset with the outcome?
and i mean, man it is the day after and the money is gone, bridges have burned and i find myself on the outskirts of the island enjoing myself knowing that i will have to swim the east river like Kramer if i want to mend relationships.
Labor day is rather literal, but only i will know in 10 days when the day after has become the day today. meaning the day is the one that the rhythm has lifted off the sewer lids exposing us all to that raw shit.
things done changed kids, but hey don't we all know it, and in the end are any of us really upset with the outcome?