im all a board but the day has rain in it. kind of sprinkling inside itself with bits and pieces of over used exclamation points. ah well, too many sorrys to stuff in one sack, i say. not too late to hop on the train to freedom, really let loose of the grind and power drive my way to 88. give society the finger and just keep going off into the distant hills where nomads roamed in quiet solitude. what a life.
all i can really say is that once you start you cant really stop. sure you can pull over but the god damn mess just keeps rushing past you, leaving you behind with a brown bag in your hand wondering what time it is. best to keep moving. keep up with the traffic all of one life can create for itself. but isn't that the fun of it? isnt that the sole purpose we survive? to run with trouble if not against it?
if i were a man id be a bettin' one, and id lay everything down on lucky weirdness. where's your will to be weird? to make hay in the shade? most of the time youll get a break and if your sincere that break probably be a damn good one. somewhere there's a capacity for great achievement or great failure, but who am i to know the difference?
all i can really say is that once you start you cant really stop. sure you can pull over but the god damn mess just keeps rushing past you, leaving you behind with a brown bag in your hand wondering what time it is. best to keep moving. keep up with the traffic all of one life can create for itself. but isn't that the fun of it? isnt that the sole purpose we survive? to run with trouble if not against it?
if i were a man id be a bettin' one, and id lay everything down on lucky weirdness. where's your will to be weird? to make hay in the shade? most of the time youll get a break and if your sincere that break probably be a damn good one. somewhere there's a capacity for great achievement or great failure, but who am i to know the difference?
