Six megs of space, so what's the rent? Circulars fly around the parking lot but hey it's not my job. Let someone else mop and sweep. City slang, take the feedback. Sweetness in the corner of my eye. Off for a while. Sad blue gone for three. I'll make much time for me to count all my pennies, sleep and to tie all my shoes. I need white sheets to sleep on. Bedding is an important part of everyone's day. Spend sometime with your bedding every morning; get intimate, I wouldn't say anything.
Dirty shirts and unkempt favors. Filthy networks, untimed of course. Irriated and disgruntled. Godd news: I HATE HAVING TO LIVE THIS LIFE EVERY STINKIN' DAY. Of course it will be better if you gave a crisp, new twenty dollar bill.
Nothing is ever the same.Throw me a curve and serve up the amplification. They are well deserving for the favor. Party favors control all angles of your life without you knowing it. More time to write means more to time to develop your insanity plea.
Just, just, just cause. It's safer to cry over here cause no one can here me. I scream in my own personal hell. Singed hair covers my body. No more eye lashes. Maybe another day. Truimphant at nothing. All because of that careless cigarette butt. It lit the gas covered rags and boxes of loose papers (Unpaid parking tickets and cirulated flyers of purple randomness.) The ash and butts litter the floor along with unrecycled bottles.
Entering the room, is the policeman with his garbled jardon. Numbers, letters and dashes, it hurts my head so I shoot him dead where he stands and then I go back to reading the bible. Urging and yerning for the important information that we are not allowed to have access to. I will not let them stop me and hold me back. I will not be supressed, I will be heard. Pent up and held back no longer. Open up your arms and accept your fate that I will proclaim for you...