This Could Be Interesting
This could be Interesting. I guess. All that you suffer is all that you are. Track stops. Skips. Rock and Roll. I'm talking about Rock and Roll. Fuck.
Anyways. How the hell are ya? I'm not doing so bad. Just trying to learn how to live life a little more enthusiastically, optimistically, with a touch of bad-ass. Is it working? Not really. What gives though? Santa Clause would be a good guess. I guess.
I'm listening to the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion right now. They sound just like there name - A mother fucken blues explosion. Jeez. What else? Nothing Really.
Do what you have to
Snowballs in July
American Flags
Kick some ass
Tango with news, and the media, and the mtz?
Something up my sleeve-
A little grass,
A message from the prestige
Take your punches for example
I call them misses
Then I just land one
A, B, C, D
Roll like this is you
Even if nobody's seen it like this before
Up Early in the Morning?
Fuck it, I sleep in
Wake up satisfied
Everything is satisfactual
I still got Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder
I still got the power
Watch me turn that sass into gladness
Mmmmmmmmmm
Pour some sugar on me baby
I'm snaggle toothed and double jointed
Make room, Make room
Understand The code that unlocks secrets
Baby, Baby, Don't Keep it to yourself
Break it down now,
I want your feeling
That satisfactual satisfaction
How come your so sweet on me?
ugh!
Hey Baby, yeah
Come on and get some
So that was my poem/lyric/verse/nonsense/verbial word display/waste of space/hogwash/mumbojumbo/ call it what you will, bullshit type stuff. How'd you like it? Pretty good? No? That makes two of us.
This is my blog, I'm just dying to express myself. To you. Show you some transperency. Add a little feeling. Killing time. I don't care. I'm sick of your shade. Hit up the flow, that's got the flavor, to intimidate folks who despise such antics. Antics meant not to harm you, just antics of letting go. Explosion. Blaze the streets. Turn the stereo up. I'm walking on the walls. I'm putting it all in perspective. Whoa, baby! You know just how to rock it.
Hang in there, ya here me. We're all pulling for you. Get in there and do some ass kicking if you have to. Be swift in your feet and light on your toes.
Anyways. How the hell are ya? I'm not doing so bad. Just trying to learn how to live life a little more enthusiastically, optimistically, with a touch of bad-ass. Is it working? Not really. What gives though? Santa Clause would be a good guess. I guess.
I'm listening to the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion right now. They sound just like there name - A mother fucken blues explosion. Jeez. What else? Nothing Really.
Do what you have to
Snowballs in July
American Flags
Kick some ass
Tango with news, and the media, and the mtz?
Something up my sleeve-
A little grass,
A message from the prestige
Take your punches for example
I call them misses
Then I just land one
A, B, C, D
Roll like this is you
Even if nobody's seen it like this before
Up Early in the Morning?
Fuck it, I sleep in
Wake up satisfied
Everything is satisfactual
I still got Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder
I still got the power
Watch me turn that sass into gladness
Mmmmmmmmmm
Pour some sugar on me baby
I'm snaggle toothed and double jointed
Make room, Make room
Understand The code that unlocks secrets
Baby, Baby, Don't Keep it to yourself
Break it down now,
I want your feeling
That satisfactual satisfaction
How come your so sweet on me?
ugh!
Hey Baby, yeah
Come on and get some
So that was my poem/lyric/verse/nonsense/verbial word display/waste of space/hogwash/mumbojumbo/ call it what you will, bullshit type stuff. How'd you like it? Pretty good? No? That makes two of us.
This is my blog, I'm just dying to express myself. To you. Show you some transperency. Add a little feeling. Killing time. I don't care. I'm sick of your shade. Hit up the flow, that's got the flavor, to intimidate folks who despise such antics. Antics meant not to harm you, just antics of letting go. Explosion. Blaze the streets. Turn the stereo up. I'm walking on the walls. I'm putting it all in perspective. Whoa, baby! You know just how to rock it.
Hang in there, ya here me. We're all pulling for you. Get in there and do some ass kicking if you have to. Be swift in your feet and light on your toes.

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