where do you go... sometimes when you have shit going on all around you... where do you run away to? sometimes i feel that i am a wild animal... aching to getout of a zoo or some form of confinement...
stand under my umbrellas.... what the hell is that.... my umbrella has sadness and shit.... stand under shit. thats where we are......
apologies for the bad grammar. white wine an no consideration help with making good shit. make sense?
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