today i have nothing to say so i will just ramble away and hand a thought and how can i handle what is brought to me; i want to be pure freedom ; i want to be sedated and numb; i want to be a wise and old guy with the heart of a man and the eyes of the young; too much fun early on makes a fool who can only sing a one noted song to the rest of the world as he hums from the hole in his rusty old bong that no longer draws any breath from the death carriage but the marriage is still drawing some life from the tree of yesterday; everything is pay or play, grow or go home, this body is just a loan and the soul is what you hold from the day you come out the hole until the day you go back into one; the father, the son, and the seeds on the rotting and green Mc Cheeseburger bun.
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