i once met a man,
his voice lived inside my head.
i once met a man,
his voice lived inside my head.
he said "little girl you better
start livin'"
pretty soon you
gonna be dead..."
he said
"you better pick up a guitar little girl
the blues ain't gonna sing 'demselves"
he said
"you better pick up that guitar little girl,
the blues ain't gonna sing 'demselves"
he said, "don't be like all 'dem other china dolls
just sittin' 'dere on 'dey shelves..."
there's a rumblin' in my stomach now
there's an ache inside my bone--
Oh, hear me,
there's a rumblin' in my stomach, Lord
there's an achin' inside my bone--
I gotta be who I am now
if you don't like it
go'on and leave me alone.
i once met a man,
his voice lived inside my head.
i once met a man,
his voice lived inside my head.
he said "little girl you better
start livin'"
pretty soon you
gonna be dead..."
Tickle your toes. . .
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RICK: Hey Rick? DICK: Yea, Dick? RICK: See that sky roll on by? (points) DICK: ...Oh, my... RICK: Don't i-t'almost makes yer wanner.... -
like me- it serves as a question as well as an appropriately foolish letter in bad company it only teams up with words like yodel, ...
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Under a blanket it was at high altitudes in love or nauseous? I once held his hand his touch was so soothing-but with a lion's face. and...
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driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu... -
In my dreams I am the fictional version of myself. The one I seek to be in my short-stories and prose. The one who gets her point across but... -
July 12th My love's hands and eyes so full of surprise! he sees nothing wrong with giving me a synthetic strawberry.
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hunger is sometimes preferable to loneliness. a stomach will twist- but hands become dirty and heavy when full of coins.
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and now that the anger is gone there may be a few more glimpses like looking out of the window through a thin veil of silk. a look in...
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Tickling toes- there was something about that barefooted madness something about that wistful waist-high wishing and wooshing in the woods, ...
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nipped at the ankles which is how I wander through life sometimes I must be pushed through a door finally opened after years of knock...
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