Thank you Mr. Carson and all your colleagues for this witty publication and for the use we’ve all been able to put it to. Do you know my brother Dunkin I think he lives in your building he owes me 16 dollar
Dear Mr. Langland, thank you for your insightful comment. Can you feel it, see it, hear it today? If you can’t, then it doesn’t matter anyway. You will never understand it because it happens too fast and it feels so good, it’s like walking on glass. It’s so cool, it’s so hip, it’s alright. It’s so “groovy,” it’s out of sight. You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet, but it makes no difference because it knocks you off your feet. You want it all but you can’t have it. It’s cryin’, bleedin’, lying on the floor so you lay down on it and you do it some more. You’ve got to share it, so you dare it then you bare it and you tear it. You want it all but you can’t have it. It’s in your face but you can’t grab it. It’s alive, afraid, a lie, a sin. It’s magic, it’s tragic, it’s a loss, it’s a win. It’s dark, it’s moist, it’s a bitter pain. It’s sad it happened and it’s a shame. You want it all but you can’t have it. It’s in your face but you can’t grab it. What is it? It’s it. What is it?
June 27, 2016 @ 9:40 am
Thank you Mr. Carson and all your colleagues for this witty publication and for the use we’ve all been able to put it to. Do you know my brother Dunkin I think he lives in your building he owes me 16 dollar
June 27, 2016 @ 9:50 am
Dear Mr. Langland, thank you for your insightful comment. Can you feel it, see it, hear it today? If you can’t, then it doesn’t matter anyway. You will never understand it because it happens too fast and it feels so good, it’s like walking on glass. It’s so cool, it’s so hip, it’s alright. It’s so “groovy,” it’s out of sight. You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet, but it makes no difference because it knocks you off your feet. You want it all but you can’t have it. It’s cryin’, bleedin’, lying on the floor so you lay down on it and you do it some more. You’ve got to share it, so you dare it then you bare it and you tear it. You want it all but you can’t have it. It’s in your face but you can’t grab it. It’s alive, afraid, a lie, a sin. It’s magic, it’s tragic, it’s a loss, it’s a win. It’s dark, it’s moist, it’s a bitter pain. It’s sad it happened and it’s a shame. You want it all but you can’t have it. It’s in your face but you can’t grab it. What is it? It’s it. What is it?