03:02:2008 @ 05:14 PM
fun at the craft store
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more ramblings
for a smile they can share the night, it goes on and on and on and on…
i wanna get me something for free; i wanna get sleepy, you won’t let me
pours my beer, licks my ear, brings out the devil in me
you know the day i was born, there were these four dudes up on a hill, and they said they saw this star hanging out over town and the whole world seemed to stand still. it made the sunday papers, i guess it proves for sure…
take a look at these dark sunglasses, i like to wear ’em around the house; they make me look so tough and mean, i wear ’em every time I go out.
awaiting the hour of reprisal, your time slips away
bloody mary, mother of god; grandpa’s on the hobby horse again
misery is fun, i’m kissing everyone, i’ve got to hold my tongue
the night is calling, i have to go; the wolf is hungry, he runs the show