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It's official, Summer's started And with all the wind out of my sails I am prepared to travel across the ocean If anything has changed, I don't even know That wasn't for poetic effect I really don't. Let's speak honesty: I have no idea where I am in life right now Give me five years, and I guarantee I still won't know. God only knows what's happening And I'm happy, but **** am I tired. Things happen for a reason, and know that I'm really ok. Like, really really ok. I think. I've been playing poker about every night But I've been playing alone It's weird, I mean, I'd relate it to solo-sex It gets the point across, but it doesn't make you feel less alone. I tried to spend as much money as I'd allow myself Shop therapy Drop stacks of $5's on the counter Like quantity over quality Let's Venture, brothers, to foreign lands And let monarchs dance across our fingers We can meet Sasquatch, Speedy, and I'll be your number 24 Now let's be dramatic: I'll ******* die... well, don't we all eventually?
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
There's, like, 3 to 4 lines regarding Venture Bros. here
It's official, Summer's started And with all the wind out of my sails I am prepared to travel across the ocean If anything has changed, I don't even know That wasn't for poetic effect I really don't. Let's speak honesty: I have no idea where I am in life right now Give me five years, and I guarantee I still won't know. God only knows what's happening And I'm happy, but **** am I tired. Things happen for a reason, and know that I'm really ok. Like, really really ok. I think. I've been playing poker about every night But I've been playing alone It's weird, I mean, I'd relate it to solo-sex It gets the point across, but it doesn't make you feel less alone. I tried to spend as much money as I'd allow myself Shop therapy Drop stacks of $5's on the counter Like quantity over quality Let's Venture, brothers, to foreign lands And let monarchs dance across our fingers We can meet Sasquatch, Speedy, and I'll be your number 24 Now let's be dramatic: I'll ******* die... well, don't we all eventually?
m-clement
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
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