a stream-of-consciousness.
sometimes you want what you never can get but what you never want you always get but somehow you know that all is okay but someday you see that the is no need for items of value but really you do what your work is work but really you find that money is not a braniac concept and please tell me where i can find a record store around here.
someday is life and something of value cannot help you in times of trust and powerful motives do not energize powerful motors and your car is a waste because of the seine and hydrogen byproducts are what you drink a lot and please do not thank the mastering service but listen to tinny music on an old radio but clean out the vacuum bulbs which crash.
"redateable" lyrics published by fred billy incubator music. written by j. friedman.
(c) 2010 veggieman
Saturday, May 15, 2010
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yay for no capital letters!! >:D
ReplyDeletei like it.
and somehow people do not recognise the simple whines of dying bats.
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ReplyDeletespools of thread exist in simple quantity that boggle the mind.
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