...hey just dont get it in front of a big truck...i dont know how well they do in an accident...i worry about you, galen...your coke habit...your drinkin problem...your appetite for young girls...and your gay tendencies with the transvestites...grow up...
you should have been there. lots of making out, beer on chests, licking, suckling (so i have a thing for man nipples) and then i was almost lured into a group sex thing. i resisted, i had a migraine by the end of the eve. it was a blast. i don't know if i want to show my face around the rockrockrock for awhile oh, and i OWE you an ass grabbin'
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your interpretation of my journal approached things from a psychological perspective, which is fine, but the author's whole deal is to inerpret situations in the context of time--and our perceptions of the past, present and future. i don't take it as the final word on anything, just one person's approach to making sense of time and living. it's really kinda interesting.
Nah, Rumi has many many poems about getting drunk and getting laid. He's quite into the mysticism-through-sensory-overload thing.