the. yeah. yeah. the. always the same thing that disrupts my life.

wonder when i'll

change, i guess when the time is right for custard, anything mind arranged to
change would be a fight. so i'm passing this like i'm afraid to get a body fist.
look at this. my mind is best and i keep running. why is this when i hit it always
reconstructing always gentle giant, no defiance, all building our lives and still
think that i am present and i stuck in the future, but i'm never looking at the
fucking present. keep it up the fact that you're all that. here's what cooking stew
and a present led from a desert equals equals going louder than my mother fucking
beagle and in your life you've got no s.q.l.. we've been blocked once time like
some sequels, you are not my concrete work. you go put on people and now i'm going
wriggle. don't talk with us. exotic. yeah. yeah. yeah. yeah. yeah. yeah. yeah.
yeah. yeah. yeah. yeah. yeah. yeah. yeah.