Things I wrote on my ping pong table late at night in all caps
Now before you respond, call me a bum, and laugh at your own self-indulgence, go ahead and slip away into the fertile pasture youth mind field trip I've prepared for you. It's been a lot of work, and I promise the bus driver will be pleasent and not assign seats. Once it's done, you can laugh till you cry, but remember,
I've got all your fathers' guns.
Never write something meaningful on a ping pong table. All your best intentions will be tossed across the net, back and forth, till they hit the coarse grey carpet on the floor. The best thoughts are on the next flight above you, waiting patiently for you to dance.
I'll never forget listening to 'Laid,' with the couch pushed back into the next day, with the back of my head being massaged by waves of electricity, and dancing, knowing, I'd waste the rest of my life if I didn't remember that one moment.
I know that I put the U in UPN, and if I write in all caps I can never get caught with a sentence beginning grammer mistake, but when it begins to get clear that where you are is in fact where you want to be, then my friend, scrunch up your toes, prop up a half used grin on your face, and let it roll, baby, roll. (This amuses me the most now, and I have to thank 'Road House Blues' for the inspiration, it was playing in the background)
Don't worry about commenting on this one...
I've got all your fathers' guns.
Never write something meaningful on a ping pong table. All your best intentions will be tossed across the net, back and forth, till they hit the coarse grey carpet on the floor. The best thoughts are on the next flight above you, waiting patiently for you to dance.
I'll never forget listening to 'Laid,' with the couch pushed back into the next day, with the back of my head being massaged by waves of electricity, and dancing, knowing, I'd waste the rest of my life if I didn't remember that one moment.
I know that I put the U in UPN, and if I write in all caps I can never get caught with a sentence beginning grammer mistake, but when it begins to get clear that where you are is in fact where you want to be, then my friend, scrunch up your toes, prop up a half used grin on your face, and let it roll, baby, roll. (This amuses me the most now, and I have to thank 'Road House Blues' for the inspiration, it was playing in the background)
Don't worry about commenting on this one...