first i get into it. then i use to get used to it. when i look into it, i let loose an choose to just screw it and forget about it.
Confused with which ways to use. The view from this way looks good like news from that way. So switch ways, turn in sweet days for moods for next days. All ways coming together. Lost in the 'nether. Neither here nor their. Why should i care? Lost in the middle, with no notion of an acquittal. A riddle and a hand book was all i got. I was, taking notes when my hand shook but now it's straight and i understand hurt. I understand comfort and leisure, pain and disgrace, ups and downs, makes no difference aside from the clowns.