he took me on board his ship. he said it's old but it's good.

closed the doors and said it's old but it's good. it finally happened and i, for one, am so happy.

i don't need advice.

tell me when to give up, tell me when to keeeeeeeep going.

only the faint outline of a soft white glow and it's the doorway to the hall or maybe it's the doorway to spirit world. am I dead.

don't you dare say it out loud but sometimes I wish it. just take me away.

dirty and gritty, new york city committee pity the fool that never laughed at these jokes. wearing a hat even when it's too hot just to make it sweat, make it sweat, i'm losing it. man fell over the bar next to the store.

when we got on ship, he brought out something and said it's old but it's good. I didn't know you where here, too.

did you ever have real fear.

aurora borealis. icy stars and endless, inky blackness. my drink spilled all over the road. so far away from home. I could die and nobody would ever know I existed. where's the big drum? I see steam coming up from the ground because it obscures the stars momentarily. like spilt blood. it's so cold so cold just to share this memory I would would sell everything I own.

fallen angel; who's your savior tonight?

you're surrounded

by these streets and neon lights.

hungry people

move like waves beyond the beat

where's the big drum?

Where's the feel of body heat?

Where's the big drum?

Where's the feel of body heat?

so disgusted and freaked out by lines of poetry. must be some kind of artistic person. that's funny. friends is almost on.

I wish you could understand sometimes. Why is that. do you ever get tired of the waiting. don't worry. if i've learned anything it's that you can always find it cheaper somewhere else.

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