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charlie sheen dream - a moment to consider

I sip my whiskey neat though sometimes it is sour and i hand roll my nicotine even though it takes an hour i wear cashmere and tricot knits and my sneakers look like they were made for pimps and all the girls they come running when the motor on my car starts humming and inside i have the blood of a tiger they call me the street fighter and my brain is on fire the situation could be quite dire when you take such pride in the vice it should come as no surprise you'd get hooked by the most dangerous kind where in some places you have to pay a fine but these good looks and charming wit are my ticket to ride and die real quick i wear my rolex and date taylor swift but now ive got myself into a sitch i've fallen for a real woman who wont take my sh.. a woman not impressed by my greenbacks or my stash nor the 'Rari in the back. she was there even through my heart attack. the one that almost killed me the one that changed my life the one that made me question if anyone thought me worth all the strife am i real at all? with these penny loafers and large bank roll do i have substance and worth will i be truly loved by anyone on this earth she tells me shes in deep that she loves me even when i make her weep even when the whiskey begins to seep through my skin onto my shirt and i say things that make her hurt because she knows my fear all my memories and all my fears play at once when she kisses me through the tears and i can barely stand up. i am just a man on a mission to live a life worth a song or two and she comes to me with permission to stay the night, stay a while, stay the whole year through she wants to take me higher but shes playing with fire because my mouth is like rapid sniper fire and my hearts full of mire she says shes kitted up ready for a fight i say she has no idea i will give her a serious case of the frights underneath this tossled hair and looks so debonair lies a jittery neurotic and sometimes grumpy bear but she says shes ready, will remain steady and we will both heal. she is not one for words, nor can she carry a tune but she cleans the grime from my face and gives me a resting place and i know that i will see her again soon

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