i'm spilling my thoughts out in bubble letters, no dotted line but i'll sign beside the times because this is who i am and i cannot block this out with a point of a pen. no scribbles necessary. i was born with a start and when i leave, that'll be my end. a continued efforts of missions, possible. i am undeniably me and if you need clarification your looking in all the wrong places because all of that resigns within me. let's be honest about the knots within society and the twist of the words that have got everyone looking for better harmony. taking the literal to literal extremes and embracing the fake with such attractive tame. rise above the occasion and you shall obtain, whatever you desire but you must get up and make acclaim for even the birds are chained to the trees and it's up to you to just be free. housing ideas of such chaotic pleasure, wondering what could be much better, water guns filled with whiskey - punch drunk love fun is mean't to be had. don't sway from the tender thoughts erupting, lets them grace my world. mine are swirling about and i've withdrew so many out it feels wonderful to know i'm making things happen. powerful potential, my words strike your sky like lightening.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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i'm spilling my thoughts out in bubble letters, no dotted line but i'll sign beside the times because this is who i am and i cannot block this out with a point of a pen. no scribbles necessary. i was born with a start and when i leave, that'll be my end. a continued efforts of missions, possible. i am undeniably me and if you need clarification your looking in all the wrong places because all of that resigns within me. let's be honest about the knots within society and the twist of the words that have got everyone looking for better harmony. taking the literal to literal extremes and embracing the fake with such attractive tame. rise above the occasion and you shall obtain, whatever you desire but you must get up and make acclaim for even the birds are chained to the trees and it's up to you to just be free. housing ideas of such chaotic pleasure, wondering what could be much better, water guns filled with whiskey - punch drunk love fun is mean't to be had. don't sway from the tender thoughts erupting, lets them grace my world. mine are swirling about and i've withdrew so many out it feels wonderful to know i'm making things happen. powerful potential, my words strike your sky like lightening.
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