so this is a song I've been working on
but a poem nonetheless.
this different world is
another place
Between the earth and
time and space
it doesnt matter
why were here
the destination is always clear
just like the sun
-or everyone-
youll never find
another satellite
much like the earth and her fantasies
to create then contemplate
this company and gravity
stranded in the kuiper belts
it doesnt matter how we felt
bliss is when we can melt
falling into holding out for a rainy day
laying down for a better way
nothing could be the same without you
but a poem nonetheless.
this different world is
another place
Between the earth and
time and space
it doesnt matter
why were here
the destination is always clear
just like the sun
-or everyone-
youll never find
another satellite
much like the earth and her fantasies
to create then contemplate
this company and gravity
stranded in the kuiper belts
it doesnt matter how we felt
bliss is when we can melt
falling into holding out for a rainy day
laying down for a better way
nothing could be the same without you
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phillipetheotter:
Sorry that you're experiencing similar roommate pains. It's not that mine is a bad roommate, and I'm grateful for the financial help, but I'm getting tired of hearing all of the worlds ills blamed on the "niggers" and my friends across the street being referred to as "the faggots." Only way I can afford to live alone is to take out a student loan come January, and that's something I'm not sure if I'm willing to do yet.
cinder:
Ew. Moth-eater. 
I ate ants when I was a kid. 
I ate ants when I was a kid.