James Blunt, and crampy based flash backs remind me of so much, and almost makes me laugh. You know, it wasn't really just about the coffee-pot, actually it was nothing about coffee-pots. Maybe that was just a waste for a stupid side story. It was mostly just selfish, snotty, jealousy of people self shopping for the best darn clothing I can't purchase. Now, would only be a memory, like 1973, of Smoopys that should last forever. But, then again, is it not created that it is now only a memory.
Well, either way, can't sleep; can't love, nor hate; can't stop being jealous, with a stupid sigh in my soul. It was suppose to be a storyless, idea of a dream, where I was a step more perfect, and maybe danced with a beauty lost when you tried to with a star. Do those stupid stars even understand what it means to dance, with love and with feeling?
So, rumor asks, where is the kettle?
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