"I feel summer creepin' in, and I'm tired of this town again..."
"...She grew up in an Indiana town, had a good lookin' mama who never was around. But she grew up tall, and she grew up right with them Indiana boys on an Indiana night. Then she moved down here at the age of 18. She blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen. I was introduced, and we both started groovin'. She said, 'I dig you baby, but I got to keep movin'... on.' Keep movin' on. Last dance with Mary Jane -- one more time to kill the pain. I feel summer creepin' in, and I'm tired of this town again. Well, I don't know, but I've been told if you never slow down, you never grow old. I'm tired of screwing up. I'm tired of goin' down. I'm tired of myself. I'm tired of this town. Oh my my, oh hell yes. Honey, put on that party dress. Buy me a drink. Sing me a song. Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long. Last dance with Mary Jane -- one more time to kill the pain. I feel summer creepin' in, and I'm tired of this town again. There's pigeons down on Market Square. She's standin' in her underwear. Lookin' down from a hotel room, and nightfall will be comin' soon. Oh my my, oh hell yes. You've got to put on that party dress. It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone. I hit my last number. I walked to the road. Last dance with Mary Jane -- one more time to kill the pain. I feel summer creepin' in, and I'm tired of this town again..."
--- Tom Petty ---
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GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING COCK SUCKING BITE ME SON OF A BASTARD BITCH ASSHOLE CASE OF TOURETTE'S!!!
I'm sorry for that episode.
I understand its origin, and that's what matters.
I just had to get it out of my system.
Fucking hypocrites everywhere I turn.
Ridiculous.
"It's true... I'm a rageoholic! I just can't get enough RAGEOHOL!"
--- Homer Simpson ---
And now that's over, and I move on...
SLEEP... sometime soon... hopefully...
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"...A green plastic watering can for a fake chinese rubber plant in the fake plastic earth... that she bought from a rubber man on a town full of rubber plans to get rid of itself. It wears her out, it wears her out. It wears her out, it wears her out. She lives with a broken man -- a cracked polystyrene man who just crumbles and burns. He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties, but gravity always wins. And it wears him out, it wears him out. It wears him out, it wears him out. She looks like the real thing, she tastes like the real thing -- my fake plastic love. But I can't help the feeling. I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. And it wears me out, it wears me out. It wears me out, it wears me out. And if I could be who you wanted, if I could be who you wanted all the time... all the time..."
--- Radiohead ---