Confounded Accusations

sorry, i heard tonite about my moves. I mumble, slouch offer gum etc. It's funny. I can't no, fuck that i can imagine. it's funny as hell. I wonder what that stuff looks like from the outside. Fuck that. Let's get interesting. i want you to be jealous. I want a lot of things. Fuck all that. I know that life is life but i want you to have feelings like me. I'm drunk and that makes a lot of things easier. Typing not being one of them. This is out there and it's for everyone to see so ya, life is what it is and can't be what it can't but still the thought of you out there makes me sadder then it should. That can't be helped but nevertheless it's real and can't be helped. Voiced? No prolly not but whatever forever it exists because what we want and what we can have are really two different things huh? It's hard, life is hard from begining to end it always will be so, ya, that's all we have a long hard thing and some confusing feelings. I mean, if we always got what what we wanted what would we be? Happy? Ya prolly but what would we have to talk about or write about? Nada, maybe some boring bullshit but ya, who wants to read that? Did you ever find your journal? I hope so. I don't know why that popped in right now. Who knows though? I mean Rob Smith pry got all he needs and then some, well maybe look at it this way...he got it all and what does he do now? Record boss tunes? Nah, i don't even know what his rich ass does now? Fucks his wife and spends cash on diamonds and stuff. Ya, that's what i'd imagine. Word is bond. When do we, if ever figure anything out? I should get a job roofing and hang with the brothers and toss our forties off the roof when we get to the bottom. When it's my turn and i ride off to the crossroads like Robert Johnson pour some Stoli out for me and make it a happy day for all..


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