

ClicheDeath Doom Gloom You Died I Lied Rhyme Time Bored Oh woe is me Oh Woe is US Your writing Is Terrible Please Cease Thank you.Cliche


Hunter's ApproachRalph Steadman on Hunter S. Thompson He told me 25 years ago that he would feel real trapped if he didn't know that he could commit suicide at any moment.Hunter's Approach
Highways with exits spread far and wide lose their romance. They were designed to get from A to B. The bottles on the passenger side floor clank. Living in the left lane has taken its toll and I seem to have no quarters left. After thirty five exits or so I think Id like to see what this county has to offer.


Remedy for Baez and Bob DylanDesolate and shy A girl with diamonds attached to her eyes and the taste of charcoal on her lips belongs toRemedy for Baez and Bob Dylan
A man with a sweet scent and a guitar attached to his hips; Bold Bob Dylan intoxicates little Miss Joan Baez. Black hair sways in her face While curls erupt from his brain The divine kisses that swish in wine bottles have the spirit of sworn soul mates as ice cubes and laughter particles. Splashing around the air with her raven's hair The charcoal upon her lips soak into her voice He's in love, and I'm listening My love she's like some raven At my window with
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unplug thephone.stop all the taps.itall comes flooding back.from poisoned cloud to poisoned dwarf>>what a nastydulkbhs SurprisE.the wormsll come for you big boots
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Touch me and I'll turn into the stars that wither in the sky
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"But these impulses may be from below, not above."[said the elder and] I replied, " They do not seem to me to be such; but if I am the Devil's child, I will live from the Devil." No law can be sacred to me but that of my own nature.
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Touch me and I'll turn into the stars that wither in the sky
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