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This is Gilbert. He’s been around a while. Attributes his long life to many, many years of always getting what he wants

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On the one hand, you have sugar, on the other, COHCAYN

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Pure sensation of agony and bliss

Cacophony of pleasure and pain

Should there be life after this

Will I know you by name?

Stalking corridors, long and narrow

Shouting truth into the night

Guiding little ghosts to their home

Setting false idols alight

Broken chairs and empty tables

Telling tales and falling from grace

Shards of love and shards of glass

Line the floor of this place

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sorry that my pussy is so wet and soft and inviting and my heart is pure and full of whimsy. as if it’s my fault.

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I introduced you to country music on one of those 3 am drives on the ridge

Probably pretty close to where

we both totaled our cars

a day apart

Both from deer that survived

our mutually traumatic events

how lucky can one man get?

Real country music has real people

I tried to explain the hurt inside

Afraid-to-be-alone Tammy

Waylon, nose as big as his heart and

Billy Sherill’s fields of violins

The best of them all, The Possum

terrified of who he had become

You know, he and I were into the same things

nasally and mentally, I mean

I think George’s nose 

could’ve been even bigger than Waylon’s

You have no frame of reference and

Think that a coke and weed high

are the same thing

I try to tell you

It isn’t that shit they try to pass off while they play dress up

And do a bad job of imitating Hank

Or like when the guy meets the girl in the tv show

And they fall in love by the second season and

By season 4 even though things have been hard for them both

It all works out and

By season 8 they’re an unstoppable force

That’s a couple to admire

And you can see right through it

From a mile away

Real love doesn’t get back up seven and a half minutes after

The protagonist tells the love interest

“I know you’re cheating” or

“I made up who I am so you’d want to be with me”

it all works out for them

because the writers know

you want most what you can’t have

Real love, struck with venomous truth

Cures what ails it

Severing the afflicted limb before

Gangrenous rot can spread

If you ask me, I think the problem with country music these days

Is that there are no real gardners anymore

Sure you can grab a bag of soil and throw it in a pot

and call it a day

but anymore, no one knows how to make the soil

Live, thrive, become a symbiotic entity

A good year for the roses takes

loving the fact that once in a while

you are gonna have to

Get your hands in the shit

And take a couple thorns to your scalp

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Happy 420 from Azuremyst Isle

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I’d thought that after October passed

So might the memory of you pass from my mind.

If only for a little while.

Hopeful that maybe once a year had come and gone

Since we bound ourselves to one another

I could let go of you.

How typical of me to underestimate

My own ability to overindulge.

I guess that I somehow thought

Pinkies locked together would be enough.

Later and earlier, now and then,

Just to prove that my affection doesn’t matter and 

I Don’t know how to let people in.

She lies next to me, asleep,

“In love”,

And I’m ambivalent.

Distant.

Wanting you. Or them.

Wanting the happiness that I’ve been granted

only the briefest of glimpses.

The last thing Icarus saw

Before he was swallowed by the Aegean

Was the shimmering, golden sun

Reflecting off of roaring surf

My body isn’t a temple, it’s a junkie church.

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lol I used to be very negative. Whenever something went wrong my first thought was always “I hate everything.”

Got stressed out and slept all day, when I woke up my brain went back to that saying and all I could think was

Where the FUCK did THAT dusty ass thought come from?

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-Eric Cartman voice- NO kitty! CALM DOWN! EVERYBODY gets some PÂTÉ!

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me slomping on that d

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“I don’t know much about Ska. Um. Trumpets??”

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Ty Beanie Babies: Batty the Bat (1995)