Maybe. Maybe hope. Only if i…
Maybe.
Maybe hope.
Only if it drives
one into action.
Otherwise, so
much worse
Than nothing
could ever
or would ever
pretend to be.
Maybe.
Maybe hope.
Only if it drives
one into action.
Otherwise, so
much worse
Than nothing
could ever
or would ever
pretend to be.
Perhaps hope.
It took Johnny 60-odd years to grow into himself, in the world, singing, mostly, other peoples’ songs.
I got my own way of talkin’, but everything is done with a southern accent where I came from. ? http://blip.fm/~15vhkb
Nothing.
What the fuck do I really know?
Or vice versa.
Off again.
Pardon me.
Earth over ether.
I think some of you may, too.
On again.
Off again.
I need that.
Everywhere.
It’s the always on innernet state my head learned it can’t handle.
Drive on. It don’t mean nothing. ? http://blip.fm/~15vgi6
The Beast in Me. Johnny. Cash. ? http://blip.fm/~15vgbg
Cause I’m on fire. ? http://blip.fm/~15vfsf
Let me be your terrible warning.
“If you can’t be a good example, be a terrible warning.”
- Catherine Aird (?)
Favstar is bad for you, too.
And, fool that I am, as if by system design, but really my own evident need (for *what* I’m not sure), followed someone who star fucked me.
I hate me.
I looked at my Favstar page.
Don’t worry.
I am not dangerous.
Yet.