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thoughts while playing solitaire blending into babbling to you.
we all want to know the "real side" of someone so bad... then once you find out, you liked it more the first way.
everyones willing to look past a little insecurity, and if they're not, they're assholes.
answers will never exist without questions.
questions will never exist without minds.
i have ass wrote on my hand. still.
a guitar solo is like a puppy is like a baby.
if only i could give waffles my advanced "what's a good place to poop" reasoning skills, and he could give me his advanced eye sight and balance. think about it.
if "giving off emotion" is real, it's medium is our senses. light, sound, smells, touch, taste..
everytime i hear the band boston, i think of... boston.
this is a kickin solo.
today, the song "katmandu" by bob segar related to me... something about wanting to leave... feeling sorry for leaving everything behind... but being true to yourself.
okay dinner time.
we all want to know the "real side" of someone so bad... then once you find out, you liked it more the first way.
everyones willing to look past a little insecurity, and if they're not, they're assholes.
answers will never exist without questions.
questions will never exist without minds.
i have ass wrote on my hand. still.
a guitar solo is like a puppy is like a baby.
if only i could give waffles my advanced "what's a good place to poop" reasoning skills, and he could give me his advanced eye sight and balance. think about it.
if "giving off emotion" is real, it's medium is our senses. light, sound, smells, touch, taste..
everytime i hear the band boston, i think of... boston.
this is a kickin solo.
today, the song "katmandu" by bob segar related to me... something about wanting to leave... feeling sorry for leaving everything behind... but being true to yourself.
okay dinner time.