back to 01.06.02
even stupider is the woman of my dreams don't read english so well. i can't impress her with my diction.
no comment.
_duck stop_
one more little one after one song. no.
back after a day. anny has invaded my head space again. i sometimes have the feeling that with her coming and going, her chance meetings that often seem calculated to give me just enough to keep me believeing she might decide to let me have her love. maybe she knows i am still a victim of doubt. that horrible monster looking to tear away my belief that she could love me.
but i know only, anyone with any sense could. if she is crazy and has sense.
then i ask. is there anything else. there must be. unless that is it.
that makes me think of our that protecting us from the murdered souls up in the attic. and your girlfriend put my hair in 30 brades and you knew i enjoyed her touching my head. even if it had a brain.
and i still hope we can make music again. if i figure a way to make or find some cash, i'll come get you. we'll find doug, go get pete and gabe and make at least one hot cd.
it won't be tomorrow. though one day it will. be. till then, and don't ask me why, maybe it's a marketing question.
first of course. we have a case to work on. media and smokescreen are now linked to one definition. so tell me, and us, it.
what the fuck.
don't dwell too much on religious dictatorship police terror states. unless you saw something. we need to get behind the bushit and work on some basics. what's life got to do with it. they won't let you in. the they them. they see your line is thin. and it's you that should be helping them get out.
but you can't scream at them. they won't hear you. they see only your monster. whisper.
it was also my hurdle to cut down.
i love it.
being nice and quiet.
wake up you fuckin' jerkoffs, we've taken the planet back.
one little bit at a time.
over thousands of years of underground truths hidden in hanous lies sold to the masses with cheep tricks.
you can say anything.
no one is listening.
yet.
love john rah
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