quasi and his doings
That is the only way to explain it.I'am a creep.A creepy sheep or a sheepy creep.whatever.
... otherwise I should have had a chick by now.:D
look at the bright side - you still have options. Not stuck up with some wallet-sucker or something....
hehehe ... right.
exactly! mad maybe... but u sure no creep.
For long he calls himself a creep,And in the shadows of the moon he is found asleep.And when he does not tend to his freaks,He adorns the cloak of the geeks.In the faint trail of smoke that leaves his breath,Speaks of he of lost love and death.But with all due respects 'onorable sire,Your condition is far away from dire.
they call me badthey call me madthen they call me a freakand then a geekI dont even knowwhat I seek(and for that matter)what I speakstink of smokeand of beer I reekam the old pokewith all the cheekthere is method in the madness(mind you)and rhyme in the sadness(find you)But to this I will agreeO great One so free,my condition is indeed far from diream just waiting for some baby to light my fire !!hehe
And together we all burst hehehe,but underneath the laughter you hear the wind say.Its time my lad to move on, to make a new way,For forever, these clouds of darkness cannot stay.And like all other clouds they aren't our resident way,And from turf to turf they will have to sway.And it is time for our laughter to have its way,as with its tremors the clouds burst, giving way to a brand new day.
I miss your rhymes him ...
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