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he s standing on the table i'm looking up at him, "this bar the city this city isn t the place to lose your mind," I try to tell G..rge Geo... only listens to sad songs he's coming undone he s been thrown out of 3 bars one bar twice did 12 years in state, said he loves her "I only stabbed her with the steak knife in her thigh, I wasn't trying to **** her," blames it on the moon "the gravitational pull... we have water... our bodies are 80 percent water," he says, " our brains...90 ...the same thing ...happens to the tides." his eyes rolling back and forth adrift in that ocean "...and why do barbers always think they need to talk to you..." edged with sadness his mind filled with ghosts his x- wife runs around inside his head like a mouse on a wheel and the wind runs dancing through the trees
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Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 3:12 PM UTC
the wind goes dancing through the trees
he s standing on the table i'm looking up at him, "this bar the city this city isn t the place to lose your mind," I try to tell G..rge Geo... only listens to sad songs he's coming undone he s been thrown out of 3 bars one bar twice did 12 years in state, said he loves her "I only stabbed her with the steak knife in her thigh, I wasn't trying to **** her," blames it on the moon "the gravitational pull... we have water... our bodies are 80 percent water," he says, " our brains...90 ...the same thing ...happens to the tides." his eyes rolling back and forth adrift in that ocean "...and why do barbers always think they need to talk to you..." edged with sadness his mind filled with ghosts his x- wife runs around inside his head like a mouse on a wheel and the wind runs dancing through the trees
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Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 3:12 PM UTC
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