Oh all you beautiful women with your loser lovers,
You struggling, fed-up men with your needy, whiny females
I am a spirit that floats in the air
All you ugly people with immaculate hearts
You mediocres with little drive
To you who think you own the land
when you didn't even build your own house
To those who sleep on sidewalks
Eventually, to all
Don't let money or no money get you down
Breathe the sky
It's yours for the taking
Don't be afraid to be too nice
or to step on the right person's toes
This is some kind of war
Money and "careers" is why
we're all rich, in between and poor
Let's rethink
Let's relearn
Let's start rebuilding our world from the ground up.
So if I start spouting such idealistic, so-called unrealistic talk
are they going to call me socialistic and balk?
These notes from the Studonym flow freely through the air.
Some of the most fun in life I've had was being a loser- reminds
me of Smells Like Teen Spirit- oh, so it's the 20th anniversary of
Nevermind. Oh, well, whatever, nevermind.
Not too sure blogging is really my style. It's hard enough to do one thing
well, on top of that, do another one well. Or juggling 10 or more different
things it's easy to get sloppy or not be wholly efficient but for some reason I'm
mad-set for fulfilling a Tuesday deadline unto myself.
Tuesdays can be fun, boring or be the blues, or they can be filled with Notes From the Studonym.
Our only problems are usually just not having enough time.
At any rate, back from the West, working on putting together a tour of the Eastern seaboard.
Must take actions, regardless, or we become dull and stagnant, or, if you're a talented daydreamer, then I guess it's a different story. It's difficult at times summing up universal truths in a single quotable sentence. Maybe I should just quit writing and listen to sounds.
If you hear all different sides of an argument, how do you make a point? Except by saying, what is IS. One time we discussed the concept of Isism. And my being needs rest.
You struggling, fed-up men with your needy, whiny females
I am a spirit that floats in the air
All you ugly people with immaculate hearts
You mediocres with little drive
To you who think you own the land
when you didn't even build your own house
To those who sleep on sidewalks
Eventually, to all
Don't let money or no money get you down
Breathe the sky
It's yours for the taking
Don't be afraid to be too nice
or to step on the right person's toes
This is some kind of war
Money and "careers" is why
we're all rich, in between and poor
Let's rethink
Let's relearn
Let's start rebuilding our world from the ground up.
So if I start spouting such idealistic, so-called unrealistic talk
are they going to call me socialistic and balk?
These notes from the Studonym flow freely through the air.
Some of the most fun in life I've had was being a loser- reminds
me of Smells Like Teen Spirit- oh, so it's the 20th anniversary of
Nevermind. Oh, well, whatever, nevermind.
Not too sure blogging is really my style. It's hard enough to do one thing
well, on top of that, do another one well. Or juggling 10 or more different
things it's easy to get sloppy or not be wholly efficient but for some reason I'm
mad-set for fulfilling a Tuesday deadline unto myself.
Tuesdays can be fun, boring or be the blues, or they can be filled with Notes From the Studonym.
Our only problems are usually just not having enough time.
At any rate, back from the West, working on putting together a tour of the Eastern seaboard.
Must take actions, regardless, or we become dull and stagnant, or, if you're a talented daydreamer, then I guess it's a different story. It's difficult at times summing up universal truths in a single quotable sentence. Maybe I should just quit writing and listen to sounds.
If you hear all different sides of an argument, how do you make a point? Except by saying, what is IS. One time we discussed the concept of Isism. And my being needs rest.
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