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I went on a bike ride today, or at least I tried I got a flat, can you believe that. Now I have to walk on back. Which is west, which is best. It was going to be downhill, just like a roller coaster. A picture that should be on a poster, that says "Life is a Thrill!" Not sure how many miles out I am, but the wind is picking up. this bike ride turned out to be a sham. Don't think I got any luck. Maybe I'm just a shmuck better hurry up, cause I need to make up those miles I missed, the girls I did not kiss, but wish I did. No regrets is the mantra, but is it followed, or made hallowed? Life can be an evil senorita. Does this all make sense, not sure if I know how to repent. I never gave anything up for lent. Instead of getting angry I get bent. Just trying to make enough money to play rent. **** that wind, it really picked up. Guess I'll put on a hoodie, cause I wouldn't want anyone to worry, about me getting chilly. Stop me if I begin to sound silly. What a fail, can't even ride a bike on a trail. Still a fail glad haven't been to jail. not a fail. No one has ever had to post bail. Except I have definitely have bailed a couple of times, maybe the reason I am trying to write intriguing rhymes. Any chance you could forgive me of all my crimes. I'll have on last smoke, while I laugh at my life, which is a joke. One thing is constant, giving you strife. One day we can sit down and **** Then I'll cut some vegetables with a knife, and cook it with some egg yolks.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
How it feels sometimes
I went on a bike ride today, or at least I tried I got a flat, can you believe that. Now I have to walk on back. Which is west, which is best. It was going to be downhill, just like a roller coaster. A picture that should be on a poster, that says "Life is a Thrill!" Not sure how many miles out I am, but the wind is picking up. this bike ride turned out to be a sham. Don't think I got any luck. Maybe I'm just a shmuck better hurry up, cause I need to make up those miles I missed, the girls I did not kiss, but wish I did. No regrets is the mantra, but is it followed, or made hallowed? Life can be an evil senorita. Does this all make sense, not sure if I know how to repent. I never gave anything up for lent. Instead of getting angry I get bent. Just trying to make enough money to play rent. **** that wind, it really picked up. Guess I'll put on a hoodie, cause I wouldn't want anyone to worry, about me getting chilly. Stop me if I begin to sound silly. What a fail, can't even ride a bike on a trail. Still a fail glad haven't been to jail. not a fail. No one has ever had to post bail. Except I have definitely have bailed a couple of times, maybe the reason I am trying to write intriguing rhymes. Any chance you could forgive me of all my crimes. I'll have on last smoke, while I laugh at my life, which is a joke. One thing is constant, giving you strife. One day we can sit down and **** Then I'll cut some vegetables with a knife, and cook it with some egg yolks.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
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