There's this big fat black cloud a bit farther ahead.
It shoots out spears of wind and teases my face with rain. I just got of a bigger one of these storms, this is no big deal.
"I'll use my shit to fight the next shit"
"Why?"
"Old shit gets hard after a while, soft shit doesn't stand a chance."
We all should just dance around smiling and singing until day break
drinking Starbucks...
Gosh I do love The Beatles.
Ringo(X
I wish my voice was as big as theirs.
I could warn people you lose your voice a lot.










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