WOW... what a trip...
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6:15 AM, My Room, E.Weymouth...
I Wake up high as fuck, dad stressed and room messed
I feel like I've been hit by a truck, Im in a rush to catch my ride,
Eles I'd have to ride that fuckin bus, that's no way to start my day
When an A on my 213 mid-term is a must. So I hurry-up, get my 'bacco n beans
While we zip over Fore River I reflect on the days hallucinigenic plans
and highly articulated dreams... I guess I'm still a bit blazed from last night's
poorly constructed plan to escape a yesterday's malyze, but you might start getting lost now depending on how ood you are at navagating the hedge-maze... ... ... ... ...
So anyways...(after a semi-standable commute w/ the usual dregs.....)
9:00 AM, Rm D311, 3rd floor-Donahue Building, Dern St, Boston...
Stern's in my left drum makin' me crack smiles and cover laughs
While I scam on the view I realize it's only two hours until the days done,
What I didn't realize was that test wouldn't be a half of a half of three halfs
of all that I'd expierience and learn, or of all the fun to come... ...
11:20 AM, Quincy Center T Station, Quincy, MA...
So here's where Friday turned into a trip....
There she was, chillin' by the schedual, i told 'er not to bother lookin for times
I had no idea two days later she'd be the focus of half-baked lousy rhymes...
Ten minutes later we're there spillin guts and pickin brains on the 2-2-2,
She's tellin' me her past while I'm breakin' down how i know what she do...
I said I'd seen her game, but I'd invite her just the same, just because she'd been so upfront about her not really being all that sane... What can I say, I couldn't resist...
she just showed up and appeared, one day before I couldn'ta predicted she'd exist...
I just hope in retrospect she isn't pissed, or doesn't feel tricked or dissed.
In fact, I hope she'll keep at arm's reach, and let me continue to impart, rant, rave, ramble, go nuts, be free, ask what I want and say whatever I pleased, just like she did while she purred and hinted, threw hints and shed layers of defense that normally take hundreds of hours of pointless false pretense. How extrodanarily intense... the way we sat for hours on end letting the free thought and limitless philosophical discourse unihibitedly dispense along with sweet trippy New Hampshire stolen beach-breeze-scented incense,... like I said, remarkablly intense...
12:00 AM Sat, March 12, my room, E. Weymouth, Ma...
There goes Chris n his girl blazin through the dark, prolly gonna stop n ^%$% over at the ball-park, but who really cares, not my business, place to ask or of any sort of interest for me to know what he's doin in the night, why would I, and what could give me the right? That had to be the first girl to ever sit n chill for 30 hours and not even begin to spark a quarrell or fight, and yet not particularly polite. Me at 15, but female and more mature, not any more experienced, more free spirited, braver with a little less common sense... My cheshire cat come down from above, to give me a break, like a sign from above... pr wherever those signs come from, karma, Heaven, the force, or my own will's shove... it don't matter, it was artwork, without a flaw or quirk, all complimented by her oddly appealing and reminiscant screaming laugh, not to mention the ultra-innocent, toothy, wide-eyed smirk... The one that let's you know a girl thinks she can get away with anything, but when u let them see they can't, then they'll open up and sing like a morning dove like it ain't no thing... " but a chicken wing, on a string, from Burger King".
... the rest later, im stoned and tired, still recuperating from what's not close to over...
6:15 AM, My Room, E.Weymouth...
I Wake up high as fuck, dad stressed and room messed
I feel like I've been hit by a truck, Im in a rush to catch my ride,
Eles I'd have to ride that fuckin bus, that's no way to start my day
When an A on my 213 mid-term is a must. So I hurry-up, get my 'bacco n beans
While we zip over Fore River I reflect on the days hallucinigenic plans
and highly articulated dreams... I guess I'm still a bit blazed from last night's
poorly constructed plan to escape a yesterday's malyze, but you might start getting lost now depending on how ood you are at navagating the hedge-maze... ... ... ... ...
So anyways...(after a semi-standable commute w/ the usual dregs.....)
9:00 AM, Rm D311, 3rd floor-Donahue Building, Dern St, Boston...
Stern's in my left drum makin' me crack smiles and cover laughs
While I scam on the view I realize it's only two hours until the days done,
What I didn't realize was that test wouldn't be a half of a half of three halfs
of all that I'd expierience and learn, or of all the fun to come... ...
11:20 AM, Quincy Center T Station, Quincy, MA...
So here's where Friday turned into a trip....
There she was, chillin' by the schedual, i told 'er not to bother lookin for times
I had no idea two days later she'd be the focus of half-baked lousy rhymes...
Ten minutes later we're there spillin guts and pickin brains on the 2-2-2,
She's tellin' me her past while I'm breakin' down how i know what she do...
I said I'd seen her game, but I'd invite her just the same, just because she'd been so upfront about her not really being all that sane... What can I say, I couldn't resist...
she just showed up and appeared, one day before I couldn'ta predicted she'd exist...
I just hope in retrospect she isn't pissed, or doesn't feel tricked or dissed.
In fact, I hope she'll keep at arm's reach, and let me continue to impart, rant, rave, ramble, go nuts, be free, ask what I want and say whatever I pleased, just like she did while she purred and hinted, threw hints and shed layers of defense that normally take hundreds of hours of pointless false pretense. How extrodanarily intense... the way we sat for hours on end letting the free thought and limitless philosophical discourse unihibitedly dispense along with sweet trippy New Hampshire stolen beach-breeze-scented incense,... like I said, remarkablly intense...
12:00 AM Sat, March 12, my room, E. Weymouth, Ma...
There goes Chris n his girl blazin through the dark, prolly gonna stop n ^%$% over at the ball-park, but who really cares, not my business, place to ask or of any sort of interest for me to know what he's doin in the night, why would I, and what could give me the right? That had to be the first girl to ever sit n chill for 30 hours and not even begin to spark a quarrell or fight, and yet not particularly polite. Me at 15, but female and more mature, not any more experienced, more free spirited, braver with a little less common sense... My cheshire cat come down from above, to give me a break, like a sign from above... pr wherever those signs come from, karma, Heaven, the force, or my own will's shove... it don't matter, it was artwork, without a flaw or quirk, all complimented by her oddly appealing and reminiscant screaming laugh, not to mention the ultra-innocent, toothy, wide-eyed smirk... The one that let's you know a girl thinks she can get away with anything, but when u let them see they can't, then they'll open up and sing like a morning dove like it ain't no thing... " but a chicken wing, on a string, from Burger King".
... the rest later, im stoned and tired, still recuperating from what's not close to over...