someone somewhere said...that trees have eyes and rocks have legs...and we have monsters in our heads............................................................................................
............................................................thats the time to make right with man
luke temple helps out a lot with stress.......makes me happy............and that is definately a good thing
it is sometimes hard to adore the unexpected
focusing by tuning out
run fingers past skin
invigorate a shout
bumps and pertrusions
they will never hold you back
theyre not worth the trouble
its just too much to stack
find things without questioning, we did a million years ago, with a couple of grunts and a couple of screams, we loved, we despised without a word, we laughed we cried from, ran from gigantic damn birds, we died, we evoled into gigantic turds, learned to talk of sounds, we never have heard
on top, on top
i do get scared
i do too much
without being prepared
i go with my gut
without being aware
music tends to bleed things out
bleeds things out with a stare
a hum, and a tap
a shake of the head
to stand in one place
would be too much to bare
when i turn the sond off
im already dead
my light is turned off
i dont even care
bravo
man....i really have trouble sleeping...and i blame it all on alcohol..........i have nothing to do with this......mr. alcohol came up to me and said "hey bradley, put me against your lips" and i was like...."but mr. alcohol, i dont even know you"... and he was like "come on buddy, you remember me, i hang out with yo parents" and i was like yeah..."my daddy thinks youre cool"........................i remember sneaking into my parents liqour cabinet when i was a kid....the cabinet would have a lock.....but that couldnt fool me......the doors had hinges.....and the hinges were stuck together by srews....star shape....3 minutes later the whiskeys in my hand....well actually when i first started drinking, me and my friend got this brilliant idea that we would fill a cup with ice and poor every single liquor in our cups...and a sprinkle of coke......smart idea.............it was fucked up.........it was my brothers spend the night beach party and all i remember is stepping over all these little bodies to get to the booze.....that was the worst hang over ever! ever! threw up the whole car ride home...............so, a good thing is, is that i didnt want to drink today....yipee.........i just drowned my thoughts in pot smoke.............hooray...................
i fucked up my side burns the other day....i had to shave them off because i trimmed them too low.....nasty........i have had side burns ever since i could grow them...i feel so naked without them....dammit..........well at least it gave me an excuse to get a hair cut....and the lady who cut my hair looked at my pink spot that im growing longer in my hair and was like....different is good......and that was about all she could say about that...she probably thought i was gay.........at least my hair looks salvageable...spelling?..........im gonna go.....
hugs and kisses
-bradley the shwashbucklin' gun slingin' scotch stinkin' cowboy
............................................................thats the time to make right with man
luke temple helps out a lot with stress.......makes me happy............and that is definately a good thing
it is sometimes hard to adore the unexpected
focusing by tuning out
run fingers past skin
invigorate a shout
bumps and pertrusions
they will never hold you back
theyre not worth the trouble
its just too much to stack
find things without questioning, we did a million years ago, with a couple of grunts and a couple of screams, we loved, we despised without a word, we laughed we cried from, ran from gigantic damn birds, we died, we evoled into gigantic turds, learned to talk of sounds, we never have heard
on top, on top
i do get scared
i do too much
without being prepared
i go with my gut
without being aware
music tends to bleed things out
bleeds things out with a stare
a hum, and a tap
a shake of the head
to stand in one place
would be too much to bare
when i turn the sond off
im already dead
my light is turned off
i dont even care
bravo
man....i really have trouble sleeping...and i blame it all on alcohol..........i have nothing to do with this......mr. alcohol came up to me and said "hey bradley, put me against your lips" and i was like...."but mr. alcohol, i dont even know you"... and he was like "come on buddy, you remember me, i hang out with yo parents" and i was like yeah..."my daddy thinks youre cool"........................i remember sneaking into my parents liqour cabinet when i was a kid....the cabinet would have a lock.....but that couldnt fool me......the doors had hinges.....and the hinges were stuck together by srews....star shape....3 minutes later the whiskeys in my hand....well actually when i first started drinking, me and my friend got this brilliant idea that we would fill a cup with ice and poor every single liquor in our cups...and a sprinkle of coke......smart idea.............it was fucked up.........it was my brothers spend the night beach party and all i remember is stepping over all these little bodies to get to the booze.....that was the worst hang over ever! ever! threw up the whole car ride home...............so, a good thing is, is that i didnt want to drink today....yipee.........i just drowned my thoughts in pot smoke.............hooray...................
i fucked up my side burns the other day....i had to shave them off because i trimmed them too low.....nasty........i have had side burns ever since i could grow them...i feel so naked without them....dammit..........well at least it gave me an excuse to get a hair cut....and the lady who cut my hair looked at my pink spot that im growing longer in my hair and was like....different is good......and that was about all she could say about that...she probably thought i was gay.........at least my hair looks salvageable...spelling?..........im gonna go.....
hugs and kisses
-bradley the shwashbucklin' gun slingin' scotch stinkin' cowboy
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deathtoforls:
the nice thing about "growing up" is that you can effectively eliminate the occurance of most hangovers by sticking to one type of liquor...liquor cabinet concoctions make for lots of puking indeed 
micajah:
I am awaiting your return. I need help finishing up that song. I have the first half done.