Thursday, November 26, 2009
if that's not my ceiling
then where did i sleep?
happiness is a dose drug.
controlled by the amount of prescriptions we forge for ourselves.
every morning i take a double dose of coffee and corn flakes.
it keeps me right, regular, and soaked in spectacular.
so, where do we go after the first song?
is the album any good? is the lead singer hot?
have you seen the blond chick with the tool shirt smoking pot?
growing is a progress word.
i go nuts when my speakers work.
cause normally they sing, instead of smirk.
falling off is easily blocked at scoffs hockey shop.
just ask cam, or my backup equipment sack.
they will both answer the same:
everything is great and all is amazing.
lets get real for a moment: my boss is picking me up at 8am at broadway station, for some crazy advertising party that i know nothing about, all they told me is that i cant bring my car, so im wearing my green freckled sweater vest, and apparently everyone turns into dinosaurs after the show.
ill make it, cause of book words and treasure trolls.
giving up is going down is getting old.
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