2002-05-31 - 9:02 PM
Not Worth Reading
Get ready for a narrative / comparative to a ballad in Arabic / it may be beautiful, but just good luck in understanding it / I'll unravel it, and bring it to your eye / let it sink into your mind / shrink it down in time / until it's like blue jeans clinging to your thighs / you'll get mesmerized / you don't gotta pay or owe a dime, so you'll never get a better buy / so before your beddy-by, I'ma vent and pray the Lord to never ever let me lie / I sigh, all 'cause it seems as though I'm alone, or I'm a stray / seems as though I'm a loner in a way / so afraid to hold up both of my shoulders, to be so tough and so bold to show up and go into the fray / and as it escalates, I may throw up or may fold up, 'cause it's all just blown up, torn up, and so fucked for me, it's gay / 'cause it's so rough for me today / which is enough for me to say, I gotta go away, especially when just a stone's throw away / is John / just when I thought things were cool, he was gone / but at least now we're gettin' back, catchin' at everything that was ever left intact
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God, this really sucks...I can't finish that shit, it's so bad. I hate myself. I'm very disappointed. I gotta really get back into writing. But there it is folks, my first attempt in years. Shit. I think I might have a better time if I wrote funny stuph. Let's try that.
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Okay - I lost it. I just erased my verse. Forget it. Maybe another day, in a different mood.
