Ah hah ha ha ha ha!
The universe is a tricky son of a bitch.
I salute that big pranking monkey in the sky.
It's fan-fucking-tastic when that decision you've been holding off or the plan you've been planning to enact suddenly becomes the only option left.
Choose your own adventure books with a third of the pages ripped out.
I fight the scorpion, I turn to page 38.
A bottle of home made wine,
a rolling belly laugh on the walk the home.
The moon is beautiful, and the wet grass whispers every single possibility through my soaked hightops.
I can still wear the same shoes I wore at fifteen.
I'd kiss the golden apple, but you can't kiss your elbows (you try it, sucker!).
I quit my job today, life is beautiful.
can't you smell it?
The universe is a tricky son of a bitch.
I salute that big pranking monkey in the sky.
It's fan-fucking-tastic when that decision you've been holding off or the plan you've been planning to enact suddenly becomes the only option left.
Choose your own adventure books with a third of the pages ripped out.
I fight the scorpion, I turn to page 38.
A bottle of home made wine,
a rolling belly laugh on the walk the home.
The moon is beautiful, and the wet grass whispers every single possibility through my soaked hightops.
I can still wear the same shoes I wore at fifteen.
I'd kiss the golden apple, but you can't kiss your elbows (you try it, sucker!).
I quit my job today, life is beautiful.
can't you smell it?
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P.S. Horns + cardboard flute = half a faun. I need me some good ol' goat's legs and THEN we're talking.