it's very, very embarrassing when u score lower than a j1 who can't bowl.
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matthew said, "a prince will one day be a commoner. have a taste of mince and bread and butter." his eyes have seen a hundred years of burials, and his beak tasted flesh and blood of a thousand mortals.
he flapped his wing and dropped a feather into my palm.
it turned to ash.
we go up, we go down, and it all comes around. like a ferris wheel. u breathe ur last and the wheel stops turning.
a boy cries on the bus. a few seats in front his younger brother turns to look at him, then faces the front again, thrusts his head back and laughs.
perhaps life is taking a reverse course. get up on the other side of the bed. cross when the man is red. freeze in the summer, feel a gentle breeze in the winter. after a great run in the league, the form slips with 11 games to go, and a fantastic player is out with a broken leg.
u put the pedal to the metal. u want to go so fast they will eat ur dust. u think ur in a black benz slr, but in actual fact ur just driving a toyota.
kings are not made but born. sing in a funeral and not mourn. u push so hard, but in the end ur just a joker on a card.
u gotta open ur mouth and not keep everything to urself. this age of insanity, like in a cage for eternity.
cherry garcia..
10:30 PM
