This one is for Beer. I don't know why. Don't ask me.
Linn Wood and Little Rudey-o-Doe"Yup Yup, I told you that already," says Amerika's mayor
as he jumps us with his grinning skin face.
"combat" on the stage
Here I am, I am all whoop assed out, rowdy time is yesterday for me mostly but I will still try to go ahead on and fuck around anyways
( I like that little play,.for...me...mostly...4 meeee.... mostleeee.... you ever do that?)
"
I am a poor bastard, unhappy about outside shit, secure in my own conceit.
This is unrequited conceit, I feel it, it's mine, you don't give any back and me either
I am the all of it, safe and drunk in theory only, and still, I am confused about most of what I think I think.
but I ain't telling you about how many times a minute I think of myself,
I could not because I don't know
I could just make some shit up and say it but what for?
Oh, yeah
fun fun fun
That's what you do if you are a writing motherfucker
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