and it’s you S.,
it’s you
you ain’t got no reason
this is all way out of
season
you see those Beaver
they build
they build
live under
neath
what’s you hidin’
hidin’ from
kid
what’s under all
this
speak
ya lost ya tongue
little boy
nah
i can see it
ya just don’t use it
well
you go on now
you’ll see
yea
you will
it’ll come along
it’s called
The Blues
yea
the blues
i sense ya just don’t
care
and ya know what
that ain’t anywhere
boy
i got no fear
yer out in some field
somewhere
beggin’ fer
shit
shit and taco shells
eat it up
yea
just eat it
one day
one day
you’ll be talking through the grass
beggin’ me
aah won’t be there
just won’t be
– gishi bian
28 November 2015
6:06 pm
pretty well done
here
thing’s get better
this was just the muse
screaming
it’ll laugh soon
you’ll soon read that
i’ll let this go now
not you tho
that ill
never be
never
now i’ll rest
listen to the Psalms
let the boss settle me right down
