There must be some kind of way outta here
said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion...
I can’t get no relief
Jimi Hendrix and Bob Dylan
What a drag--it’s not only literally cold here, but the icy chill coming from Mo is frightening; I definitely want to blow this joint as soon as possible.
Yesterday, when we stepped off the plane, I thought she was going to hit me. Instead, she said, “You look awful.”
Like she looked so great herself.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” she said.
Dee Dee told her to ice it.
“How could you do this to us?” She burst into tears.
Like I personally set out to hurt her.
Back at the house, I fell into bed and slid into a dream, reliving my birthday party at Rudy’s--once I ditched my relatives.
The night I met Rick, heart breaker and prick.
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