4/30/2005
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ive got my poker face on and im heading down the river BIG TIME. there are lost souls where i am.christ is a voyeuer. the cards are stacked against us.prison has arrived.these bars are spiritual so are these clouds. time is....... . i am not at liberty to discuss this situation .but ill try.it s incredible and its upon me orr at least all around me and im glad to have kicked the habit of the inland empire. though ive consideered the stay put on occasion since arrival as well. and there is beauty in captivity . or at least thats what the captives say , i bet. i bet . i bet, i bet. i bet. i bet .
do you get it yet?
do you get it yet ?
do you get it yet ?
if your voice is terribly inclined then you are the the inclination of the alleged problems as we see them non abstractly.
these are mysterious times.
oops did i just say that?
or mention that ?
or try to?
all im really trying to say is that if you are so pinched up that you are spreading the pinch like a disease then you will be called upon to describe what its like to be infected. or something.
mutant oranges are something to be proud of here if you re are looking for something to be proud of.
i know you are looking for some thing.
jail is no joke.
cuidado.
heart, roger |
