everything i write is a written from across that lonesome ocean
of course the thought of "everything i write" is really kind of a joke considrin' you ain't never read nothin' i ever written other than a few drunk folk ramblins 'round these parts an we both know these parts ain't no more real or workin' than my own. lawdy ain't it the truth. an i ain't mean tuh scare you wid all that depression talk - i ain't goin' nowhere by my own hand. hell i cain't even get my own self outta bed let alone do nuthin' drastic like. whoa.
iss like she tol me when we was hangin' outta that window and gettin' lost in the sea crowds a people an makin' laughs 'bout hot young boys in tiny pants,
-i think i'm goin' crazy lately
i understood certainly an i tol her the same. i wanted to say it's all fallin' apart. sideways an noways an all sorts a ways an all them things i been waitin' to tell to someone an anyone willin' to listen but i kep it to myself 'cause it wudn't no time for that talk course i don' know what is a time for that talk so maybe i should'a an even right then an there. maybe i'll get me another chance. maybe not. hard to really care one way or another these days.
i need me a aventure. some kinna illyadd shit. life an' deff you know? 'cause i ain't got nuffin' leff. 'cept my shades - i ain't take them off in days. but other 'n them...
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