O mama, have to get back. 72 hours left. Wish I could sleep it off, just need to stay out of 😵💫 troubles. Delusional yes of course sam I am. I can not read the clues, anyway I’m super chicken, 🐔 cluck the fuck chuck. Maybe I’m a poet, and don’t know it. Click my heels like Dorothy maybe that works, looking to buy some property, not sure that’s a good idea, maybe Alaska is out of reach, pick up the pieces and go home 🏠
My life is complicated, I believe my own mind is behind all the doubts, and unable to trust the world. The people I trust, none. Not. So much as money but a knife in the back, yes speaking in… Forgets
I love music dance to the music, when I’m alone at home, I like to dance naked. So I drove to palmer thinking I might see her. Big dummy, I need to get backs, somehow rise above my self imposed chains, freedom, just another word for nothing left to lose. I’m no good baby I’m no good, she is right, baby I’m no good. 👍 My ego and wants be dragging my heart down down and the flame cold here soon get higher.
cold here soons, time to scramble, beaten but how many times must I get back up, the pTh looks to be blocked, they block hardens steel. I’d rather focus on her dark hair, those brown eyes like my sweet mary.
