Tuesday, May 06, 2008

THEY ARE ACCIDENTALLY MET

Lost my masterpiece
And it wasn't even raining

Having forgotten to bring
Back a rock from Egypt

Next stop: Awakeland
So grabbing the blankets

His muscles had muscles
But where is he now?

Everybody's fucked up
Except my man

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1 Comments:

Anonymous Chris said...

It's not quite the same without the wild, drunken gesturing but I chuckled nontheless.

9:16 AM  

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