money for money
Whenever a young man with cute asymmertic pieces and parts skin stitched together wander on past me i always think to myself, "why, with all ambition won't they let me live at their house?" they blink, toss their hair to the side of their face, and never mess rhythm of their mechanical floopy legged stroll. I never really moved my lips or try to influence them into my grand idea, I feel damned to be with the stupid curious ones.
Jobs, are hard to find here. I think to just wander around drunk picking blackberries off the tall fences. If only finding good trees to climb were a profitable trait. Finding a house is just as hard, you spend more time on the phone becoming more and more inverted listening to people go the long and painful way about telling you there is no room for more. The emplty houses are filled with plain white girls or crazed raisins.
Jobs, are hard to find here. I think to just wander around drunk picking blackberries off the tall fences. If only finding good trees to climb were a profitable trait. Finding a house is just as hard, you spend more time on the phone becoming more and more inverted listening to people go the long and painful way about telling you there is no room for more. The emplty houses are filled with plain white girls or crazed raisins.