(see those ballons. they ain't light)
(behold my new necklace)
(behold my new necklace)
things just gets either tougher or extremely confusing when i'm older
and it's not like i could simply spellcheck or refresh to undo mistakes
off we are to grow some fine lines, cellulite or beer tummy
thinking of traveling in a car instead of tapping our faded ez-link card
birthday seems meaningless unless you're turning 21 or maybe hitting 88
shopping with a street of degree holders, male, female, she-males.
sometimes i wonder if people are just an encyclopedia of rubbish
love still remains as a mystery
i'm looking for love this time
i'm underlined already
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