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be random what is now when is then where is email who i am how it is why it is leave a note? share me, share you make me smile thank you other journals (of course I should be sleeping) (what's life got to do with it?) about me (too much to know at once) friend? (tic tic tic, toc) BE MY GUEST (BOOK) << MISSING �SOMETHING? >> the bottom line who can when i had the time the first of december (has another song) what i do < ? me # > < ? harrychapin # > < ? Random Acts of Journaling # > < ? Poetic Voices # > < ? The Write Club # > < ? Nights Awake # > < ? Fluid # > < ? Adopted # > < ? Childlike # > < ? Poets-Muse # > < ? Five Hundred # > < ? As You Wish # > temporary place holder ()))CRAYON-BOX)))> published blogmad! varb? �2015 CANDOR COMMUNICATIONS IF YOU WANT TO USE THE WORDS FOR ANY REASON TALK TO ME |
warriors call up the lawyer, lawyer says great call up the judge, judges says fate call up the god, god says too late what we got to do to get some service 'round here? there are no friends in a foxhole only children too close to death to be aware all you gotta give is your soul call up the prophet, prophet says stop call up the colonel, colonel says drop call up the priest, priest says cop call up the lord, lord says hip-hop what we got to do to get some reason 'round here? there are no needs in a heaven only children too close to stars to be aware all you got to roll is seven call up the preacher, preacher says give call up the pres'dent, pres he says give call up the rabbi, rebi says give call up the ghost, holy says live what we got to do to get some truth 'round here? there are no ideals in the desert only children too close to death to be aware nothing really rhymes with desert ��������������������������������������������������and it hurt ��������������������������������������������������and we cried ��������������������������������������������������and we sang ��������������������������������������������������and we cried ��������������������������������������������������and we loved ��������������������������������������������������and we lied ��������������������������������������������������and we marched ��������������������������������������������������and we died there is no life in a dollar only children blinded by there greed and fear making other children holler call up the soldiers, soldiers must go call up the reserves, reserves must go call up the draftees, draftees must go call up the children, children must go only ones left are the leaders, you know? call up the pres'dent, pres he says... crisis �� weapons of mass destruction �� when myths become truth previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |