Sep 10, 2005 03:04
After the throw up
The subsequent cleanup
Mostly wanna get right
Pick up my pen and write
I don't have all night
To turn out the light
See the city take the sights
Fly me to higher heights
And I sit and stare
Wonder where
Only hope is to pretend
That a love will somehow win
Torch the sky
But keep it blue
I would die
Forever always I need you
And I float above the waist
Who was I to seet a pace
Was tight like Puffy and Mase
Hawaiin leather Egyptian lace
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Any way I'm obviously not too sane right now! My birthday, that unimportant 22nd birthday anyway, passed me by in a stupor! I was crazy retarded high., I am crazy retarded high. And my friend is all impatient on the computer thing and I'm sleepy cause it happens. My hair is red! KI. . . I typed that by accident, its on my mind i guess! I'm eating whitecastle burgers ntoo !!! Gotta go finish my folod and get some sleep. I'll detail ater.
~KOKO