I go out walkin...

Sunday, 13 September, Year 12 d.Tr. | Author: Mircea Popescu

I go out walkin', through my birthright
out in the sunlight, just like you used to do

I'm always walkin', in the spot light,
Humming "fuck yo-o-ouu"

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As the man once said, "The roads ahead are infinite, and all the choices are yours to make. Good luck!"

How's that Mandate of Heaven doing these days, by the way ? Not so hot, huh ?

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Can you spot the birdy ?

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Eventually a gringo surfer/jogger showed up, and... well...

Birds don't like pantsuit bois.

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I walk for miles, along the beaches,
Through all your postcards, just like you wish you could
Well that's just my way of sayin' "fuck you too!"

I stop to see a weepin' willow, cryin' on his pillow
Maybe he's cryin' for ye-e-ee
And as the skies turn gloomy, night winds whisper to me
You're fucked as fucked can ever be.

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Above : "today's special, beer the place's to let, sell, or give away".

Below : I've got both ends of the rainbow over here, feel me ? The motherfucken leprechauns are paying me motherfuckin' rent to bury shit there!

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I go on walkin'...

Category: La pas prin lume
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