We take the freeway down the hole
Following our instincts like fools follow gold
and then you see one, be one
always the same, never complain
that you're alright, all wrong
always the one in the forest
never could handle the city
we come from two different places.
and then we're gone.
gone, gone.
I just wanted to thank you for your condolences. It means a lot to me.
He's already missed. But I know he wouldn't want me sitting here bawling over him. He wasn't that guy. but he was my unsung hero. I just wish everyone I know could have met him.
I had da throat of a angel. I was told by mommy dat my sing is good boy.
So I wake up in da bed wiff my head ringin inside my pih-woh. My papa
stand above me and say "YOU SING BAD BOY!!!" and he put da hose in
my mouf and say to turn on water and i choke real bad like da cat was drown
when i was a lil boy. and he say "YOU NO SING IN MY HOUSE!" and he turn
da water on and i choke just like a lil baby. my throat hurt but i can still
sing foh my mommy and da angels.
Best what? Best wishes? Best be on my way? Best left unsolved? It smacks of impersonal perfunctory communication. Hell, I'll take the over-used "Sincerely," over "Best," any day of the week. It wouldn't be so bad if the word didn't imply excellence.