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music is the thing that gets me through anger and sadness. who could live witho ut it
and its awesome to chill to
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· sun crisp and yelow, grass slick and mellow
puff the bowl lift your soul, aint no one wit moooo
than us
· don’t make a fuss, its just the way it is at home, its not wrong to be uncomfortable and alone, mirrors on our selves, diet pills and ab workers, fuckin all busy white rich ass elves, eyeballs at the tv, we all willin to put our lives on the shelvess , wheres the activity, the longevity and the ability to say fuck you, we wont buy what ever we do see, I wish it was all just a foggy memory lost in a dream, if it was I wouldn’t pull the seam, binding all the scenes, lets ship it out, off and sell it to the screen, for the highest bidders…whos the knitter, of this crazy land, far from bland
· how would we deal, we americans so great we don’t forget the feel of the green faces, but we seem to leave most of them places with out any traces of why or how, later or now, or maybe before, whats the score, where shall we go when the world is a whore that times now, we let it come to that ..how..so sour, down with that unmoral biggoted power
· written by me Bud-E please dont take what my mind simply makes with ease
,...life is contrast" -Bud-E |