good mood.
just down anyway.
kinda lonely, well very lonely. i played ping pong today though. and i bought a cello.
i made a cd for a girl.
and i took a joyride in a blackhawk.
i fired my rifle at planks of painted wood.
and i finished a story on love.
i painted a picture of trees.
and i wrote a song.
i sweated during the day.
and i dreamed of tears at night.
i ate french fries drenched in honey mustard.
and i told a girl i loved her.
i prepared a patient to be flown to the hospital.
i checked my watch many times.
i told myseld i loved a girl.
and then i proved it.
pretty days, pretty nights.
longer days, and rainy nights.
just down anyway.
kinda lonely, well very lonely. i played ping pong today though. and i bought a cello.
i made a cd for a girl.
and i took a joyride in a blackhawk.
i fired my rifle at planks of painted wood.
and i finished a story on love.
i painted a picture of trees.
and i wrote a song.
i sweated during the day.
and i dreamed of tears at night.
i ate french fries drenched in honey mustard.
and i told a girl i loved her.
i prepared a patient to be flown to the hospital.
i checked my watch many times.
i told myseld i loved a girl.
and then i proved it.
pretty days, pretty nights.
longer days, and rainy nights.
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how the hell are you?
We must not subject your lit groupies to this pishposh, no matter who YOU are in relation to the group.