there was a time when I consistently wrote poetry...
idiot wind....blowing through the asshole of my
> drunk...
> I once went to your website and listened to biana
> anca and your music the
> light swirls through this hood and the alchohol runs
> out better call someone
> that laptop is burning hot and thoughts rage here we
> are and there you go
> starbucks china and fuck, man, I hope he comes over
> with more booze shit man
> I drank the old man's stash so
> Im
> sittin there
> drinking the end of the stash
> watching the
> neighbor cut the lawn
> with no logic
> with his brand new bmw
> on the lawn
> 'but he's cool...
> ...I got it on the low down...
> he used to hoof...
> ...the whte powder...
> and I see his wife change her clothes from
>
> white
> to
> black
> it's
> so
> fucking
> funnny
> as long as the mofo
> comes over with the next
> stash
> these words
> writtten over moby dick
> and nathaniel hawthorne
> the way light
> reflects through
> emptiness....
> and now
> dylan
> who agrees with me now
>
> tANGLED UP IN BLUE....
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