Everything "now-A-days" is talk,talk,talk.Bullshit,drama and drugs.
Things aren't always as they seem.If a rose was called by any other name would it not smell as sweet?
Wandering,pondering and eating things I problably shoulden't.
There's these noises at night I don't care to hear.....But it's kinda funny,I think they hear my remarks.LoL.
Somethings itching in the back of my mind,But I dare not say.
Too much of any thing could turn out for the worst.
So hold your tounge while you can, mind your P's and Q's and don't put your elbows on the table.
Stop to smell the roses sometime,You might stay for a while it's quiet nice.
Most times no one really gets what I'm thinking,It's sparatic,kinda incoherent....mostly just babble to most...but I'm on a deper level then most too.
Step, step,step...rattiling my ear drums.This sonic wave of everything and nothing at all scratching at my brain...settinling in and bringing a couple buddys.
And then...the T.v. turned off.
