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| The Night, Cant anyone handle it anymore? Since when did everyone start going to sleep or perhaps appearing to sleep so soon? the past days have been, past. Should i drive somewhere? have a drink? a glass of water maybe. ive had 8 already today, isnt that enough? or have the scientists told us to lower or higher our intake to 7? i havent kept up to snuff on that. Snuff? Stuff. Theres so much shistuff. Didnt work today, decided not to go, i just couldnt handle a 3 hours shift. wasnt in the cards for today. Not much was in the cards really, the cards informed me that there was nothing. "Not a thang" they said, they looked at me and they said "Nick, just forget it"...i just looked at them. Oh, oh my, what has to be done? 40 days of light and 40 nights of dark. the nights of light and days of dark? somebody needs to come over here. i needs to get me outta here. "Lets get out of here " i told her, so we roared away with the glourious clang and clammer as the chains swung and the whoops and howls of our steambreath that lingered from our lips into the night air, oh what a night. what night? this one the one im sitting in, that night you decided to write? that one? yeah that one. oh yeah i remember that, its been written! One day i'll make that happen. One night. One night, there was a man, he was walking. walking down the way, some people said hey, he said Get away, no wait come here. No way said they. he blew it. Blew it all up....so he kept walkin till he got home and then he layed down to sleep and like every night or morning or day he muttered "oh man" as he hit the mattress, just in synch with his shoulder and forearm, almost as if the word Oh was triggered on his forearm, and Man was on his shouler. and when in contact with the mattress it triggers soemthing in his brain to say those things, and he does. never fails, never ceases happenes everytime. let me tell you about Jay, jay was a person who didnt know what he had when he had it. did talk much, didnt do much, he was just this ltitle ant walkin round. He had it all right there in front of him. time to forget about him, cause hes gone. Tata fornow! |
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| i was outside and i saw a guy walking down the street talking on his phone. he was wearing a full tracksuit, red white and blue (or black) colors and tennis shoes. He had real dark slicked back black hair. He was talking on his phone real loudly, i thought it was funny. I thought how funny it would be if i had a shotgun microphone, so i could hear what he said from a real far away. I thought how funny itd be if i just walked a hundred feet behind him pointing a shotgun mic at him and a pair of headphones on to monitor him. How funny. Also wear a glove on the hand that you use to hold and drink your beer. Preferably a leather one. It will put a damper on the heat from your hand thus keeping your beer colder longer! Enjoy.  |
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| In every night there's a different black, in every night I wish that I was back to the time when I rode through the forests of old. In every winter there's a different cold, in every winter I feel so old, so very old as the night, so very old as the dreadful cold.
i also am lovin the complete shitassfuckinhell outta Mayhem these days. |
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