Viva la Rebellion
Dance with me mythical lover Grant me a tour through your élan vital Enroll me in study of your sacred arts Subject me to your thrall Take me to paradise if but only in my dreams
My loins jellify Yearning for your tenderness Waiting for so long Toss and turn I cannot sleep Three o’ clock in the morning
I’ve never seen a grown ass man handle all his problems by saying whatever mean hurtful thing that comes out his mouth. It must be difficult for a grown child to contemplate simple concepts like communication and problem solving. I suppose if you’re still behaving like a child when you’re forty-two years old, you must have experience enough head trauma to stunt you for life. A crucial reason to Just Say No. I wonder what it’s like to live in such an impenetrable bubble.
