having thieved the night,
night after night I only sleep well, always
And i know most of the rest do not
And almost do consider my zen a crime.
no more reluctant conversationalism...
Even she - years no real roof to her name
cannot even begin to understand the 'common good'
(maybe " you love him so one day you'll find succor in knowing no more choice, if you don'
t take part you will be part of the prob.." might one day work)
But it's the 75% third sentence, just when one is about to pass on some splendid useful information, for the one not even one at her tit
" I may not be able to read your reference...i'm dyslexic.."
Funny that, 4 or 5 million in a region, I must have heard at least half a mil of them displaying so rather proudly their label... or it feels like it...
Wonder if it'll sink in by the time he's seven... it's not innate
its dan 'n mum failing to inculcate
some things take a while but you just gotta keep plugging on
no idea what the rules are, just get your eyes and head out into the sun
("and don't trust the performative ' wow ive a woodland school..' brigade, unless they get em out from under the trendy trees... and day after day too... as one little session here and there will never do")
especially months like these
All that matters in life is a February or March sun trap....
Perhaps will wake me up to grabbing what i need
merely to pass on some things from time, back there..
not here here's just hilarious theme park Disney bear...
And now i know why 'twas almost as if they back then had their heads in his grip
ill, sick... all that cash and the opposite of free
