kim-byeWhisper

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i am no Burt Reynoldsa while back, i grew a mustache. / i thought maybe, / just maybe it would make me a better person.
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Jan 10, 2014
penthe words don't come easy / on this head-pounding hungover day / every train of thought trails off
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Feb 25, 2012
night, according to Oxycontinthe night is picking on those strings again / with ancient tunes that drip / dripping, screaming whiskey down my throat
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Feb 25, 2012
wagonon the wagon, off the wagon / driving the goddamn wagon off the road / and i woke up crying in that ditch
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Feb 25, 2012
headfulmy lord! you're a fuck / a long hard fucky fuck / well into the a.m, and not properly intoxicated
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Feb 25, 2012
life is humming in my eara melody of sameness / drains me of color / leaves me as an outlining
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Feb 25, 2012
wild chickens and toothless sistersthe place was dirty / dirty like only the South can be / i was drinking bud lights
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Feb 25, 2012
platypusi had this pet platypus / thought he could talk, since he was inside my dream / are you a duck, or what? i asked it
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Feb 25, 2012
mental muzakwe were mentally ill, and mad / in so many beautiful ways / we sat for years - just sat
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Feb 25, 2012
cows can't go to the mooni took into a motel / on my way somewhere, to do something / the place was occupied by pedophiles, prostitutes and drunks
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Feb 23, 2012
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