| I'm writing a song.
I think it's a good one.
inspired by actual events...not about actual events thats how mine go. I think this one will be one of m best. I dunno.
BC rocks.
not Boston College,
but breakfast cookout.
Where to go. where to go where to go
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This is an entry about tears.
*drip drip*
[enter sappy synthesized music]
The tears pour from the face of the person who lost their only love; the love for the love of the loving lover. *Sob*
The tears do not pour as the pouring should pour, but the porridge is warm on my tongue.
My sister-in-law posted ultrasound pictures on facebook. Kinda weird.
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Don't challenge God. Especially when you are on top of a mountain a whole days hike from civilization.
He laughed at me all night.
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I had a fight with a tree stump.
I lost
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God has quite the sense of humor.
No matter how hard I try.
Either he's trying to tell me something, which I won't listen,
or he's just laughing at me.
Either way, it's very annoying.
Maybe it's not me.
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