To me, it sounds like baseball heroes only
Today my diet consisted of: fish planks, green beans, red potatoes... strawberries and two slices of cake.
Enlightening as fuck conversation with Jeff tonight. So much needed. God, life is a bitch in the ass. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Haha.
"The best thing we can do on this planet is decrease negativity and increase positivity in our lives."
Gemini (5/21-6/21)
"Honest communication doesn't always feel too pleasant, but it is always right."
One Day As a Lion is absolutely fantastic. Oh my god.
"The bastard son, I spit non-fiction"
"Wait a minute, man... talk like that might limit your lifespan"
Now on to Homogenic.
"Coincidence makes sense, only with you."
"Love's a two way dream"
Goddammit.
make that three slices of cake.
I am torn between two women. Hardcore. This has never happened before. Oh my god, it's wrenching.
It just fucking tore apart.
The thing I love with Jeff Smith's work is, he wants to get to the core of our essence and nerve, showing what is capably murderous.
I hear you would like to claim the courtyard
As your own indulgent desire
But hear my reluctance to the offer
We don't know each other yet
We don't know what each of us would rather soon forget
Feel a pulse of our creation to our own salvation
We are so mated with our souls in this hour
I want to embellish this power to the next man in line
Hasn't lost his mind, who can see that my time is long gone
Yet I stand
And I wait for the next moment to further endow myself
To bring us right back to health
We'll always be what we've seen tonight
And let me tell you, the logs ain't always right
Where we start ain't where we'll begin to fight
And what we bought isn't always quite the sight
But let me tell you, no matter how long our flight
The truth will always come to us
In daytime or in night
No matter what we say it will not find decay
It will always bring to you the flowers of the next day
The truth will come in tales, where petals will unveil
Our entire soul, our dialect, each day that we entail
Our soldiers kept, unseen to most, but yet we still prevail
And let me tell you, soon each of us will grow our tail
See the next day or the last won't come to see us soon
We'll rather forget in multitudes
The same as I did before I drank a brew
It's all the same, why don't we even sell a few
Give her a broomstick
When candles don't work
In this society of sobriety
Brimstone on Broadway
I'd appreciate a few of the other instigators that negate what I fixate
I don't believe in evolution
I believe in escalating the contribution
What we bellow in the night
Will we find what we need, tomorrow
Bid on the straitjacket capsule
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