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Don't Panic



Last Updated: 11/28/2007

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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Country: US
[31 Jul 2007 | Tuesday] 

Current mood:scrawny manorexis
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Alright, so today I had a fight with a bird
But he was all action, didn't say a single word
And he was red and black this bird with which I skirm'ed
But he was after me and not a worm
He was protecting his nest, but
God damn it, it's MY grape vine
And if I have to perturb a bird to keep it so, fine.

I got a video of the thing.  I couldn't stop laughing
at how stupid it all was, everything happening.
My fighting a bird and her walking away,
his addiction, their lives, their not calling. 
My life falls in to a dream with every
waking moment.  Ripped away from reality,
things dry up more clearly.  Set free from fear, we,
fire frosty faucets first, see?
Never did rehearse, she
never knew her lines but I couldn't care. 
But that's just the way it falls every now'.

And this is why I love to listen to The Streats
leader of the Beats, kicks it with Beat
Stevie.  And baby, he be,
the hottest art-t since Tatsuya Ishid'.
Man I love that comic strip. 
Back on topic:

    Life is like a trip
    to the vets, except
    you're the dog, and
    no one snips off your
    hair.  What?  Oh, life is like
    a bit of a tiff
    between you and your BFF
    when you both know that you're both going
    to forgive and forget it all before too long,
    only instead of being the one arguing,
    you're being argued over by life and death. 
    That's right. 

Life is an argument.  Eventually, we'll forget.  Can you forgive?
11:36 PM
 
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