Swim, swim across the strait Don't care if you're too afraid Leave, but leave now Look around It was your own ground Longer life will come at heights A new life might be pretty nice You can't stay here at the sea It might be killing thee Run, forty, run Up that hill, to the top When at last you are too high Note the hill And you are near to see the stars For you have lived on river's junk And now you realize that it's defunct There's really not much time to spare We'll just have to run away
Posted on 2013-07-24 03:42.
Sometimes when this thread gets moving slowly, Sounds of the Cuegans fade with the stars. We think about the sandcastle fascination, While the big sea still rises tonight. Cueball will do it down on Megan, Megan will like it, it's all right. There ain't no Time for our imagination, We're under the same suns tonight. Wish I knew what we are waiting for. Might have known what we would find. Megan's got some weird petunia She has it hidden in her bag The whale was there, a moment of constitution Until the ground got him all right Wish I knew what we are waiting for. Might have known what we would find. Wish I knew what we are waiting for. Might have known and I wonder Why? And there's still a bowl of petunias, You might have known it's bad. But you weren't there, in the universe, Hitchhiking your ride to Home.
Posted on 2013-06-30 04:53.
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