To Find My Soul is the real answer,
But one can't say that standing on sneakered feet.
One must ,hands in pocket,relaxed shoulders,
Cloud his eyes with nonchalance and say-
Just For Kicks
Man.
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in this rush to think out of the box ,I forgot to see whats inside.
9 comments:
oh the chilled-out struggle to be cool.
You have ABSOLUTELY DEFINED a few people I know within these few lines.
did you go to bakery carnival in a turtleneck again?
no i didnt go at all.lethargy and pass-lessness.
acha why cant i access your blog anymore?as in everything but the writing shows up.
of course you can. fat lot of writing there is though.
oh man.missing pointless school activities more than i'd expected to.
one day,once im in a college and everything ill go back and sit at the last desk by the window.and we'll gas.okay?
Ah. Well put.
unless it's already occupied by some random person who'll tell you to "please shift."
but yes. ok. :)
Come back, you.
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