Gonna get a small hoop, left lobe. Spice things up. Been feeling like something’s missing, some sort of hole in my soul. The world, what they see, not yet the real me. Until tomorrow. Ladies won’t be able to stop staring at the hoop I’m wearing. Never liked my ears much, always had a few jagged juts, too rough around the edges. Gotta distract the eyes, take em to the hoop.
Some counties contain a middle of nowhere
The Many Faces of DOT Calif.
My Charleston Chew is my morning starter. Once I take my first bite I know everything will be alright. My brain goes boom when I start chewing on my Charly. I am awake and alive. It’s more than a snack, that is for sure. It’s a jolt of truth and a treasure of freedom. My thoughts condense to scripted perfection once my Charleston Chew is eaten all up.
The Way I See It, by City Joe Barstool
No more Sunday free parking, can’t believe you gotta pay to pray. Bag fees, they need to wrap that up and toss it out the window. Healthy SF, ain’t healthy for my wallet that’s for sure. Bike lanes, but where’s my old bowling lane? Replaced with a wrecking ball and a crane. And that’s the way I see it.
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