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Karate In Place Of Real Insight

All the girls and all my friends and all the kids I know- they pray out loud every day and still have nothing to say. They still have nothing to say

I used to know this boredom-potential asleep. I can't feel the rain until it cuts across my cheek. But I must get paid. I've got to get that check. Let

She likes my amplifier loud. What goes in must come out. Turn it up. Turn it up. You can hear it downtown on the bus, on the radio. So relaxed she's

Imagine yourself young, with pockets full of water. You haven't learned to hesitate yet. And the sun beats down all on your skinny neck, as we kick around

'It's all a part of winter,' she said. 'That's just the way it is. Sometimes you stay inside. Here comes my ride,' she said. On the table, or on the