May 2012
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I can see my muse when I close my eyes, Hidden and tattered, fallen behind Some amorphous blob of human pride Sleeping with a corpse, It’s too late to find Something that warps With my mind America, land of the free, Where your dreams fill up to your knees. Damn, that’s a little too deep for me. I mean, I guess I’ll always just be ‘okay’ Because if we all stand up Then we’re all the...
I think maybe I like hookah pictures too much.
Do they get old? NO. NEVER!!!!