Work, work, work, and some drinking; days full of dull and duller. Dear god save me from whatever the hell is happening, but then you don't really exsist except as a construct of mass imagination and the power of the mind to create an esoteric energy which invades all levels of life. So maybe you do exsist but was that before or after man that your creation occured.
My mind is a flutter with deep thoughts tonight it seems and me without a thing to wear.
My mind is a flutter with deep thoughts tonight it seems and me without a thing to wear.
oh - doesn't matter what you wear - the deep thoughts are like real drunk girls that way - they'll probably show up if you're in the right place at the right time no matter what.
so does that mean that real drunk girls are like god? hmmmmmm....