mrzablowdowski

Rock.

It 's 3600 sq. ft. concrete block. I'm in that space.
Looking for that new place. Like this one. It 'd be fun.

I 'd get all moody. It 'd be my duty. Yell out to the city.
Up high on top. I 'd romp. And yell down something shitty.

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My girl is made of liver and cheese.

Forever say. "Liv 'r alone boys! Cheez' mine!"
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Doing the dinner show with a tea towel on my head. In faux arabic.
Inncorrect? You bet! It gets the place rolling.

"Go on." Little angel or a devil whispers. "Live a little."

Awkward. Yea. It's a struggle to get comfortable in this skin. Skin I had no choice in.