Why don't I try to make you mine? Why is a lack of imagination the crime?
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Why don't I try to make you mine? Why is a lack of imagination the crime?
And what must happen in your mind
when you create those silences—
Nevermind, I don’t want to see
I know it’s got nothing
to do with me.
Here, why don’t I try
why don’t I try to move aside?
I’m still soft
I’m still in my prime
And nobody needs to know Will know that I was only holding your place on this Your little lower road
I’ve had @hopalongband‘s new album on repeat and this line just kills me.
I cannot recommend that album enough <3
Here, why don’t I try Why don’t I try to move aside? I’m still soft, I’m still in my prime Why don’t I try Why don’t I try to move aside I’m still soft, it’s still my time And when you finally go When you choose to go I resume my little lower road And nobody needs to know Will know that I ever meant to meant to leave My little lower road
Thank you algorithm for showing me blue light dancing into meaning, like that cool advertisement about forgetting your first philosophy, or the code pattern in Kontra, on how to solve ocean acidification, with molasses or was it moss? I can't recall which one I decided but as long as the sight of the half-drunk rum bottle resembles your waist, I will paint memories of how we sneaked past your village guard at 3 to kiss inside the broken roundabout fountain, like two abandoned hydro power plant machines, covered in giggles and moss, or were they molasses, saliva even? please retain the lush green appearance. I know your gentle touch, afraid butterflies might come out for the sun is too bright and dormant. Throughout history, being mean paired with compassion has been the greatest remedy. Visit me, Selkie, as my bones may once again delve deep into our duty into the sea. To remove its acid or something. How long will it take for a village to raise the dead child? How long will it take for the travellers to come back for a glass of water?
/someone will arrive soon, please, please, please, do not remind me of the sea/
prior things by hop along.........they wrote that for dean.