I want to be Bohemian
burn my heels and tie
tell the man to kiss my ass
revolution on my mind
I'll pry the name off my door
use it for a rolling tray
picture the company VP naked
wait I do it anyway
Dine on scavenged Ramon
for my breakfast say two
hunt your own food kitty
the monies kinda thin
Cut my own hair way off short
all appearance indifferent
(like I give a shit now)
drop my clothes on a whim
and bath infrequently
Practing cursing the repo man
gimme shelter - let me in
name my next spawn JackCat Dylan Brown
sell my home made granola for free in town.
Live with no direction home
Time to do my own thing
Beautiful, my revaluation
I wonder if I can.
*i know it doesn't rhyme, make sense or flow. i'm a freakin hippie now, i can do what i want.
Monday, May 19, 2008
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... and I'll be the billion-year-old carbon!
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