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rite like Dylan/past the point of no return all my life wanted to rite just once like Dylan. but too set in the errors of my way to complement/compliment a master of the phrase, the original tunes I hum’em all plagued and plagiarized and yet pleasing head the Head over to the refrigerator, arrive in one piece, but totally not remembering why I came this way, cause i am way way past the point of no return Oh yeah oh yeah cool brother Corona light to succor the soul, while roasting body slow in a lavender bubble bath and it ain’t even noon and no no room for company, this solo wonder-boy tripping alone pay my bills in the bath, winnow the widow-maker reading list, good ****** on a free sundaey and there ain’t no football to watch and autocorrect authority don’t like ****** it only godded one D, as if He needs two D’s to mess us up better the Corona doing magic trick disappearing so fast and here i am certified past the point of return and there ain’t no more beer in the general vicinity so now the time to summarize my little darlings; don’t break beer bottles in the bathroom, don’t pay your bills in the bathtub when u gots 53.42 in cking, don’t take your iPhone unsheathed into the same vicinity all you will be left with is maxed out cc’s, messes you want not to tangle with, brain leavings of a bad poem half write, it isn’t even bad dylan mimicry but confirmation you passed the point of no return and u happy hum don’t think twice it’s alright it is all on my cover photo

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Jan 28, 2018

Jan 28, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC

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rite like Dylan/past the point of no return

rite like Dylan/past the point of no return all my life wanted to rite just once like Dylan. but too set in the errors of my way to complement/compliment a master of the phrase, the original tunes I hum’em all plagued and plagiarized and yet pleasing head the Head over to the refrigerator, arrive in one piece, but totally not remembering why I came this way, cause i am way way past the point of no return Oh yeah oh yeah cool brother Corona light to succor the soul, while roasting body slow in a lavender bubble bath and it ain’t even noon and no no room for company, this solo wonder-boy tripping alone pay my bills in the bath, winnow the widow-maker reading list, good ****** on a free sundaey and there ain’t no football to watch and autocorrect authority don’t like ****** it only godded one D, as if He needs two D’s to mess us up better the Corona doing magic trick disappearing so fast and here i am certified past the point of return and there ain’t no more beer in the general vicinity so now the time to summarize my little darlings; don’t break beer bottles in the bathroom, don’t pay your bills in the bathtub when u gots 53.42 in cking, don’t take your iPhone unsheathed into the same vicinity all you will be left with is maxed out cc’s, messes you want not to tangle with, brain leavings of a bad poem half write, it isn’t even bad dylan mimicry but confirmation you passed the point of no return and u happy hum don’t think twice it’s alright it is all on my cover photo