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Sometimes the sound of children laughingin the distance is a clock ticking
and I am feeling shivers
someone stamping on my grave,
and arguing that this is what I was,
and this is what I gave.
And we are living on a planet
that never stops spinning
If you spend too long on what you lose
You are never winning
And we are tiny points of light
dancing in a void
DR
Obv. that wasn't all I have. I have tons more shit. blah blah blah until I'm as sick of it as you are.
Maybe.
posted by Dr Zen @ 1:15 pm
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If you're happy and you know it clap your hands.
say yeah.
Clap your hands!
When I feel so lonely
Clap your hands!
When I won't do nothing
Clap your hands!
When I have no money
Clap your hands!
When it don't seem likely
Clap your hands!
Are you up to something?
Clap your hands!
Where's my milk and honey?
Clap your hands!
When I just look funny
Clap your hands!
I just wait, a while
Right, it's boring now. Get your arse back here and blog, dammit.
P. said...
Right, it's boring now. Get your arse back here and blog, dammit.
Maybe his wife finally got a restraining order against him!
Yeah, Grant, because that would have loads to do with him not blogging. Mind you... how come you don't blog?
Well if he wasn't allowed in the house he wouldn't have internet access. Why don't i blog? dunno lazy privacy issues, ability to write coherently, don't need of the hassle, don't feel the therapeutical need.
everyone always wants closure
anymore. closure is boring.
That’s all I have. said Zenner.
the silence is awesome.
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Okay,
Father Luke
I miss Zen...
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