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A Little Wierd

Sunlight waves I look out into the world with drunken haze... ever liked to hop on one leg and change the other? Try it, you could tell which one is better; which one is sturdy, which one is weak. Touch the stuble hair down there You know, the ones between your knee What other place is there to touch? Are we getting frisky? They're like tiny hammer nails, scratching on your fingerprint Will it mess up your identity? That tiny little cinch Like a tear on a womens stocking; or could we still call it hoisery? Why the thin lace, why the border; like the feeling of some order Some reserve perhaps... Hey what do youy say? shall we take a stroll together an awckward feeling walk where we could be so very open and scare ourselves a bit not knowing what the other says not understanding the others jokes: Every see a funny man cry? Crying with his mouth and smiling with his eyes All because his girlfriend got plastic surgery He was happy for the rack, but when he check his wallet he was short stacked Pu-Dum-Ching! Hmmmm no good Do watch the night sky and hope for a U.F.O Undergarments Forfiting Options ...A bet the boys would like that Boys... Men... That an interesting thing I wonder when we stick with one, does the urge stay for a fling? Is that what moves us from animal to man? Tolerance and Control I love you for I stay But! My apetite tells me to go, and go, and go STOP! GO! Oh I don't know Interesting many subjects floating in my head I hope its not as original as I fed but isn't it nice to be a little wierd? The sun is shining thin That answer's never clear

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Date: 3/9/2011 11:10:00 PM
Umm Ok. That one is about a drunken haze? It reminds me of babysitting a drunk little sister. If weird is what you were looking, for I guess it gets an A plus. (beats drinking and dialing, or worse drinking and driving)
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