You're looking for a chance to give your mind a rest
Now please correct me if I'm wrong
The story goes that I'm not terribly impressed
I guess I've known it all along
Walk, walk away, walk keep on walking
Figured it out that I was wasting all my time
And time was eating at my soul
Now I find comfort only somewhere in my mind
Free to pursue another goal
Walk, walk away, walk keep on walking
keep walking away
I can be fine, I can be free
I can beautiful without you torturing me
You can live at home now, you can live at home now
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
You Can Live At Home
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Bilja believes you have only been torturing yourself.
You should not yearn for the dangerous dog-poo in your walking path, no matter how shiny the sun makes for the glisten, and also very important for not to stop and be marveling at the great potential of the many corn kernels.
Remember! It is the poops! And flies are many!
Oh my God. I can't believe I'm going to say this...
I understood what Bilja is saying.
And she's right.
Did you get my quickie?
I believe I did, sir.
It was quite a mouthful to swallow, too.
But quite a welcomed mouthful, don't worry 'bout that.
p.s. If I go, you're coming with me. I wouldn't have it any other way.
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