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Jun 23, 2008
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I Keep Walking Into Trees
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I keep running into trees walking down the Appian Way
but it's ok, Jack, the sky is falling into place since
1963,
Persephone calls on the Blackberry
awakens me whining about naked apes in
Eucalpytus trees,
David is lost without his trusty slingshot
and his very own Goliath,
daydreams about a pregnant Bathsheba cooking
Mother of Oats on a cold morning
Good ol' George has 210 days 11 hours and some 4 minutes
left in the Oval office to learn another word
in the Oxford dictionary, even though
he can probably never say
"I told a lie", like the great white
American forefather,
Billy Maher says (a stand-up kind of comic)
half of Americans think drugs
and the other half of Americans think guns
are the cause of death and destruction, and need to be "regulated"
but yeah, or Nay (he's a thinking kind of stand-up comic)
religion is the toast that burns the wheat to the ground,
and we're all going to hell in a handbasket if we
keep on pretending that the
dead can dance and
trees don't walk.
I keep running into trees walking down the Appian Way
but it's ok, Jack, the sky is falling into place since
1963,
Persephone calls on the Blackberry
awakens me whining about naked apes in
Eucalpytus trees,
David is lost without his trusty slingshot
and his very own Goliath,
daydreams about a pregnant Bathsheba cooking
Mother of Oats on a cold morning
Good ol' George has 210 days 11 hours and some 4 minutes
left in the Oval office to learn another word
in the Oxford dictionary, even though
he can probably never say
"I told a lie", like the great white
American forefather,
Billy Maher says (a stand-up kind of comic)
half of Americans think drugs
and the other half of Americans think guns
are the cause of death and destruction, and need to be "regulated"
but yeah, or Nay (he's a thinking kind of stand-up comic)
religion is the toast that burns the wheat to the ground,
and we're all going to hell in a handbasket if we
keep on pretending that the
dead can dance and
trees don't walk.
— Kailashana, Jun 23, 2008
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RSScheerer
17 years 11 months ago
I don’t even pretend to
Kailashana
17 years 11 months ago
I was watching the tribute
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