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Addiction
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 Eye tried to find a theme rude is taken depression is exhausted
Addiction is the key to death a slow and painful existence
fortune is slim to none the faster eye dance the slower eye
culminating in disasters of all kinds the most important one
walk so eye decided to write another religious poem after all is
is realizing that the existing programs do not function for eye
said and done it's a red letter day. It is Peace day
meant like AA alcoholics anonymous is just a joke a Slim Jim
internationally. Give peace a chance. When ewe get in a hurry
departure from reality the distance of a waltz a dance a move
and do not concentrate a period takes the place of comma on
a place for bums to get a free cup of coffee on a Saturday nite
the page. Pat Paulsen was the most amusing and unassuming
They said to the eye do not come back you are just a poor
man he was perfect for the Presidency of hope eye still wish
homeless man what is wrong with drinking you should go
that he had become the one we needed to assume Peace.
out on the town and drink it seems you need it for you stink
Eye used to listen to Steppenwolfe just to have something to do on a Sunday mourning afternoon no sorrow was too hard on me to dissipate in the musick of this wonder dog group. Can it rally be that many years and fears ago the stuff is still there on the radio and you tube fare. Jesus said to seek the things that make for Peace and musick seems to be one of them. Eye am of the opinion that people need to learn to be quiet again and to have respect for others around them or at least to be aware that the universe does not revolve around them or hang on every word they speak an education and money paid cannot explain the rude. Eye do not have to meet with your approval or meet your standards to perform my heavy labors. Atlas CharlaX shrugged his shoulders and New Orleans hath disappeared along with many other cities of the rich and famous drunkards. The Monster slips a little more into the sea.



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