When people tell me not to swear. To be polite. To be nice. I want them to think about why I should, when there’s bananas out there talking all they want and what they want. Got to have a decent come back see. Besides, I’m used to it. It’s now a skill. I’m not talking dirty, it won't turn you on, I’m messing with the rot that doesn’t think of language meaning a lot. (Unless of course we can have a fun game of it... ah but that's so rare and trust is something that rusts itself bare.)
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Sunday, March 30, 2008
Cut off and squash
When people tell me not to swear. To be polite. To be nice. I want them to think about why I should, when there’s bananas out there talking all they want and what they want. Got to have a decent come back see. Besides, I’m used to it. It’s now a skill. I’m not talking dirty, it won't turn you on, I’m messing with the rot that doesn’t think of language meaning a lot. (Unless of course we can have a fun game of it... ah but that's so rare and trust is something that rusts itself bare.)
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