i want to be in a motercycle gang
gangreen and mean
how's your bell-curve?
mine's right-skewed average low. very low.
and the river
Under a red sky, I told her, "I want to
i'm gonna shout until i'm hoarse,
drink until i can't see,
i can survive, but i don't know if i want
oh! she looks trodden upon in the most prettiest way,
in
from up here the pacific looks like fire and things
crawled out the window on the fourteenth floor.
said, "i don't
was further out than you thought
wind-swept and current-caught.
not knee-deep, b
the sun is shining on me, finally. finally.
and you walk
it's clear, my dear, we're dead or almost there.
This drink
i suggest you only ever tell lies.
because once you tell
we fought. we fought hard.
you beat me - ripped out
things are here, and you're over there
and in between: land,
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