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Cigarette smoke and suntan lines Big ******* conglomerate of it all California short hours away Small town America burns hot Scorched with dreams Drunk and sappy on cheap beer And wonder How does it all make sense? Where does it all go? What Divine notices all that happens? Going unseen Uninhibited Unrestricted. Scene continues forever. Worried in hot sweaty short drive To carry on Sherman Fall on Caves First fill up, gas up, cookies and gum. Girls work icecream stands Firewood ten dollars a stack Sliding into drunk dresses Drunk kisses in Drunk bathrooms Room to love And to fight To hate and leave and stay And we do stay and Don’t mean what we said When jealous. Best friend backstab And open road fall back Drink,Drink,Drink And fall on same old singsong solitary stool Or walk on till all Makes sweet holy sense. Think where they will go, Where they’ve been, Sleeping in beds of tomorrow And eat the toxic cancer of now away Till only in remission can the Revolution of our unconquerable youth shake. Natalie keeps kids and complains But truly is the best mother and friend of all I really do believe it, Kate drinks and dreams And I dream with her, too Of highways and great plains, Ratty dives and eclectic bars Too hip for She, The Messiah of cool, even. Gone. Too soon. How can we consent, Look away, turn away from such terror? It freezes, chills to bone and I light up again. Figurative fire scorches lungs Grass burning from the inside out What’s she care? It’s over anyways, It always comes to an end, But I really just don’t see The beginning of the magic. I’m here for you. Helicopter scares, Sober stares, Where did they all go? California dreams Dust and **** Close your eyes See the soul, The sun sink past sand, The sky turns gray No beautiful aversion, See the orange and red, See the beauty that doesn’t fit here. Go. See it all. Go.
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Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
For Kate and for Freedom
Cigarette smoke and suntan lines Big ******* conglomerate of it all California short hours away Small town America burns hot Scorched with dreams Drunk and sappy on cheap beer And wonder How does it all make sense? Where does it all go? What Divine notices all that happens? Going unseen Uninhibited Unrestricted. Scene continues forever. Worried in hot sweaty short drive To carry on Sherman Fall on Caves First fill up, gas up, cookies and gum. Girls work icecream stands Firewood ten dollars a stack Sliding into drunk dresses Drunk kisses in Drunk bathrooms Room to love And to fight To hate and leave and stay And we do stay and Don’t mean what we said When jealous. Best friend backstab And open road fall back Drink,Drink,Drink And fall on same old singsong solitary stool Or walk on till all Makes sweet holy sense. Think where they will go, Where they’ve been, Sleeping in beds of tomorrow And eat the toxic cancer of now away Till only in remission can the Revolution of our unconquerable youth shake. Natalie keeps kids and complains But truly is the best mother and friend of all I really do believe it, Kate drinks and dreams And I dream with her, too Of highways and great plains, Ratty dives and eclectic bars Too hip for She, The Messiah of cool, even. Gone. Too soon. How can we consent, Look away, turn away from such terror? It freezes, chills to bone and I light up again. Figurative fire scorches lungs Grass burning from the inside out What’s she care? It’s over anyways, It always comes to an end, But I really just don’t see The beginning of the magic. I’m here for you. Helicopter scares, Sober stares, Where did they all go? California dreams Dust and **** Close your eyes See the soul, The sun sink past sand, The sky turns gray No beautiful aversion, See the orange and red, See the beauty that doesn’t fit here. Go. See it all. Go.
Visions of small town adventures, going away party, going away, and being away. California, be good to her.
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Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
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