Today I am so happy
Cause I found a friend
In my head
One year. Only one year I had to stand you. You irritating, noisy, bossy piece of orphan. The darling
of the real king, the office Top Dog. What was I doing there. Me, snoopy, the genius. Pulling lines. Something very hard to do for others, language people. Alpha they were once called. Well, that is old school. Everybody knows that by now. Especially you. You blond, bold, Nordic kind of Viking. Sound territoriing piece of space.
The only good thing you left me was Nirvana. This weeks special in The House, almost two o' clock in the afternoon. I am on a plane. My baby is diving after paper money. Naked. All fingers in the water. Greedy and drown. He refused to do the dishes. It is so quit now.
And then I remember you. You muzzzzzzzzz. You underthing. I wish all your teeth are brown by now. Who said all memories are sweet. You wish you looked like a colourful car called desire. You are nothing compared to the owner of the pink cadillac. Above all, I met you on the train, much later. When the thick wooden bridges were build. Two ugly fat monstruous products of engineering.
Fortunately I gave up driving a car. I would have driven more than thousand miles more. Only to avoid these creations of yours. Founded till the end of times. There is so much water around, it is very unlikely they will burn down one time. You talk easy. You don't have to look at them. You don't have to undergo through them. I bet you are smiling your fake glory to some new clients now. I bet they are female and amusing your attention. So far for women without taste.
This felt good. This was excellent to go through. I razored you out of my system by doing this. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar.
Cause I found a friend
In my head
One year. Only one year I had to stand you. You irritating, noisy, bossy piece of orphan. The darling
of the real king, the office Top Dog. What was I doing there. Me, snoopy, the genius. Pulling lines. Something very hard to do for others, language people. Alpha they were once called. Well, that is old school. Everybody knows that by now. Especially you. You blond, bold, Nordic kind of Viking. Sound territoriing piece of space.
The only good thing you left me was Nirvana. This weeks special in The House, almost two o' clock in the afternoon. I am on a plane. My baby is diving after paper money. Naked. All fingers in the water. Greedy and drown. He refused to do the dishes. It is so quit now.
And then I remember you. You muzzzzzzzzz. You underthing. I wish all your teeth are brown by now. Who said all memories are sweet. You wish you looked like a colourful car called desire. You are nothing compared to the owner of the pink cadillac. Above all, I met you on the train, much later. When the thick wooden bridges were build. Two ugly fat monstruous products of engineering.
Fortunately I gave up driving a car. I would have driven more than thousand miles more. Only to avoid these creations of yours. Founded till the end of times. There is so much water around, it is very unlikely they will burn down one time. You talk easy. You don't have to look at them. You don't have to undergo through them. I bet you are smiling your fake glory to some new clients now. I bet they are female and amusing your attention. So far for women without taste.
This felt good. This was excellent to go through. I razored you out of my system by doing this. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar.
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