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what was i supposed to doWell what was I supposed to do
when I woke up at ten past two
i happened to ask where youd gone
he didnt know, it'd been too long
And I just guessed and was on my way
to that place where you had spent the day.
why were the lights on and why was it unlocked?
now do you regret those warnings you mocked?
And why did the doctor say you were alright
When he knew very well you had lost the fight
and was I more upset than I shouldve been
When he grabbed your body, your chest sunken in
And why do I remember that full-body migraine
and why was that the least of the pain
and why did he get me and take me in his car
he asked to drive me home but it was too far
So I spent the night at a convience store
my midnight haven, the tiles on the floor
and people passed by me all that morning-night
and some lady asked me if I was alright
And all of a sudden I wanted shorter hair
until the doctor came and took me home from there
He walked me inside and asked me if I was okay.
But I became someone else that
UnconditionalWhen I git home and I don't wanna talk,
he sees me, I can't be silent for long.
He asks me what's been happenin'
and I cry, "Brother what did I do wrong?"
I tell him about the kids at school,
I tell him how they try to start a fight
I tell him that they called me a hick,
And I ask him, " But what if they're right?"
And he says the same thing he always do,
and he says it in the same way
No matter what my question is,
his answer stays the same.
"Who cares what they say
Who care what they think?
Now git to work on them chores,
the dishes are in the sink.
There's only one kind of love;
and it's 'un-con-dish-un-al'
Because if I said, "I love you, but...."
Then that's not love at all"
So I waited to find some people,
who would love me for who I was,
But I always heard, "I love you, but..."
instead of "I love you because..."
Brother told me to keep lookin'
that I'd find someone fer sure
And harder I looked the harder it got,
Until that day I found her.
I asked her what she thought I was,
The Furresoto RapHalf off on Prismacolors, almost had an art attack,
got alot of inking pens, but most of 'em are black
gotta send people the link to my rock n roll fanfic
taking off marker caps, love the way they go "click"
gotta be carfeul and cautious, the world's so shifty
all the guys I like are in their fifties.
goin' to the store, buyin' 70s band shirts
listenin to so much Led Zeppelin that it hurts
Hey turn up the radio, Free Fallin's playin'
so you can all shut up and hear what Tom's sayin'
I daydream about concerts, I wanna be Joan Jett
my online buddies are the best friends I've never met
Got a nice ringtone, whiny 90s pop song,
i know all the words, it's 4 and a half minutes long.
My name's Furresoto and I do what I please.
Staying up late watching GSN or Disney Channel,
watching Match Game, Richard Dawson's on the panel
I like Hogan's Heroes and the Andy Griffith show
The kind of televsion your parents would know.
Went to a Hard Rock Cafe', best day of my life
Im insanely jealou
Pocket Monster? Nooope, pocket Looker.
He is such a sweetheart. Ugh the end of the Looker mission just broke my heart.
Looker (c) Pokemon, Nintendo, Game Freak
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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