And one cannot 'read' or just 'be' inside me, unless one reads to a rhythm...
And so, let us start with the problem, and back to the greatest moment in history.....
Gordon, dead yesterday, was there...and 'FACILITATED'... and has not fuckin facilitated my life...
"get the fuck up...in the morning... tarty pants"
because if you want to be actually "HEALTHY" you are all so ferkin obsessed with....
will LIVE
healthily...
with the 'LIGHT' you all write wonky crap verses about
in the night
And then she.... even if she couldn't listen to her own perfect song
and became a sour old bag
She...
once
just let RIP
(Gordo)
And in the presence of greatness, became
greater
"Let the fuck
go..."
And she is
