January 2009
just let it roll off your tounge.
watch me fly, sore so high, drift with me, threw mists from seas, never ending, always moving, what’s left from tree’s, will never speak, simple crafts, from fingerless hands, star’s were nothing, but we made them ours, oblivious hypocrisy, so unless your asked, don’t ever tell.
By, TIM…….. that’s me.
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just being bored.
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havent-got-a-prayer:
(via benjaminandhisblog)
yakity yak don't talk back.
what cha doing, where you going.
you got the time, slower still.
it’s what you want, or what you got.
weather i’m here, or maybe not quite.
i tried to look around to find somethings cool to throw in to the tumblr. pit, and forever watch it turn threw files of friends. but i couldn’t so i wrote that deal with it.
