| so good news I started writing a little again. melody, words, and all. Bad news it was not writing my expanatory synthesis... I suck at school. If I pass this Comp I"m six months away from two degrees and perhaps a paid internship to bolivia...it's in south america. It looks interesting. Peace out -beau- |
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| "The shore"
the water's where I feel the safest
feel the fear melt from my face
and when I"m with you
I don't think of what to do
you are like a sunset to me
blends of colors meet the sea
even flaws
are what make you beautiful
like boston baby
don't give me maybe
it's the best thing that
could be
in your dreams
Go be a writer
use that flame down inside you
to write a collection of
harry potter slash
stepping through the rain and puddles
Body language not too subtle
my heart adds a beat
when your eyes are fixed on me
like the rain you surround me
when warm sounds so meloncholie
with those LLC
in unison we strain to sing
for boston baby
I won't take maybe
it's the best thing that
could be
in your life
Go be a writer
use that talent beside you
to write your own book
of personal worth
you once told me
you're a dreamer well
I am here to say
I believe in you
whether it's a small
or a large to do
I am here to say
I believe in you
I am here to say
I love you
Peace out -beau-
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| I really don't care how people waste their money...I mean most people have their own way of doing it but gambling is funny because it's an instant gratification of waste or profit. The point? there is none lol. Just, I was watching a commercial that said "Ohio is surrounded by states with casinos. In fact 38 states allow gambling and how can 38 states be wrong?"
my answer?
slavery.
lol
Peace out -beau-
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| So during my internship to day I came across a funeral home...and then laughed.
would it be in bad taste to have a toft's ice cream parlor right next to a toft's funeral home. No joke this place was named toft's funeral home.... laughed pretty good. then imagined...
*casket closed*
Johnny: grampa's really gone isn't he?
Mom: yes honey... now tell the man what size cup of death by chocolate you want.
Johnny: yay!
Peace out -beau-
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