bumble
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going home ~toking
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Dec 21 10:15 UTC 2001 |
So I'm going home on saturday, not to stay, not to stay, but to see
the cold comfort of well known well worn faces. Voices that don't
crack at the thought of ice on windshields, minds that dont think of
pouring hot water on cold glazed glass for a little quicker start.
Going home to cold air and warm hearts, and trying not to think too
much about that 90 minute ride in from O'Hare sitting in the back seat
of a car that belongs to the reason I went 2000 miles away. 'stead I'm
thinking of hot cups of bad coffee and worse service in a run down
truck stop in a back woods little town and thinking maybe just for
kicks I'll stop by the adult book store across the street and buy that
big rubber fist and a tube of KY for a girl I'd really rather convince
to hop on the plane with me come 12-27, just for kicks and a lifetime
of sand and sun.
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