| CHAPTER 5: River Rats | |||||||||||||||||
| uncertainty set in like a cold front on a winter night |
Why does everyone seem so real, alive, in touch and I alone have nothing to say because I can only say too much | ||||||||||||||||
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I don't want to deal with your bullshit parrott-spoken bad-breathed unknown happy goin' uninteresting repetitious pretentious ludicrous plans for how are you what're you doin' what's new' where you been did you know I'm gonna go I've already been | the cold temperatures had formed canopies of ice around the rocks | ||||||||||||||||
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| and thin crystal islands jutted out from the shore hovering above the flowing river |
When we both know' you don't know nothin' 'cause you can't know something and live... for long... anyhow... | ||||||||||||||||
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