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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I'm finally real here in this mess Where are you? Brainless, And the wise give thought to their ways Load up on pretty plastic machinery Pretending its real Start fires Smoke flies I just don't know Change the world Make it just the way I like it Seasonal pounding powder, powder, powder Tuck and roll Run like Hell... Can I trust you? Will you tell, or can you keep a secret? (whisper)..."i'm starting a fire tonight..." Dangerous overtones, screaming "arrhhh!!!!" I give you the truth A flat level piece of solid you can stand on You're cursing God, yourself, me, the trees, birds... We can walk a little farther And touch a little more... Then we can dance until death do us part When the chain that holds my wallet |
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secret_truth_lies Member
since 2006-11-14
Posts 74 |
ummm... not sure what i think about this. I'll get back to you once i know. |
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