thinny thinny plastic
holding my fantastic
jingle in the entry ball
darky darky you're so tall
there right there is fourty-five
cars ahead slow drivey drive
Putin sayeth something
but I never listen ever...
...never ever.
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I like it. You'll have to explain it to me when I get back.
Damn, I feel the long to write something, but nothing comes to mind. Wish I didn't need substances to provoke creativity in me...
Stevey stevey stevey,
All it takes is a good dose of depression and some kind of external stimuli, i.e. music, a conversation with an interesting person, or if you've got nothing else: harsh self-criticism.
Writing poetry is easy!
Dan, this would make a good song!!!
I have no idea what it's about!
Maybe I'll put it to some eukalele, later, and see how it turns out, if that doesn't work I'll try a sitar a harmonica and a gong.
Good job!!!
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