I keep pace with my doom. The record doesn't skip, the needle just gets stuck in the same groove. You're not your routines, they grow accustomed to you, but if they want the patients'll still get down in the rec room. Take pains to make them least expect you. Tag has never been a game to play with less than 2. A fake Phelps swimming in a manmade cesspool. I don't want a part of any parade you gotta pay to do
Step back and try to order all the organisms. It's never as easy as it looks; of course it isn't! Try and do, can't row in the same boat, instead of trying not to capsize, focus on staying afloat. It's gross and mean, so throw up or throw down. Mechanics got enough spoiled meat to fill a ghost cow. And Bev moseyed up to Beverly Hills, and now the residents are counting the days til it's a ghost town
I give it everything I got. I give it everything I don't want
I give it everything I previously cast aside, pencil push to catch a ride, pa**ers by are catching vibes. Pedal push it up the hill to feel the sun and coast or slide all the way to no stress. Thumb meets the index. Feet meet the knees. Ends meet the means. I chain myself to light posts -- I don't defend trees. I know that I have not been known to know the whole scene, but I hope the high and mighty know they're sitting in the nosebleeds
Type A personality, Type B ambitions. High end of the motor sk**s, low end social situations. I am not the one to give it to you, yo, you got to make it. Take it with a grain of salt, trust me I can fly for acres