Sta.sh
She's all lighting and brimstone, he's all thunder and rain... The noise that tucks her in at night and all that keeps her sane.
But now she smells asphalt and ozone and she's feeling real alive.
2 women and 100 miles of highway - that's the kind of healing that I'm feeling I'm in need. Pretty soon it's all big laughs and speaking of sex. Sunglasses, tunes, and 10-and-2.
Any minute now, I'll be a person again. Because it's strike out, camp out, come back home.
It's the come back home part that'll be the real disaster.
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life can stick a fork in me... Im done
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Liar, lawyer - mirror, for you what's the difference?
Kangaroo be stoned. He's guilty as the government.
-'ThePot', Tool
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"i was riding through Melbourne on a midget giraffe... things were peachy"
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theres nothing pretty about a tattered heart framed masterpiece.
and thanks a bundle to you too!
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If you alway do what you've always done, you will always be where you've always been ~ Anon
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"mi ciudad es hoteles infinitos y siempre el mismo hotel"
Cortázar