mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- why did we meet? I don't know East Texas from Louisiana, and I don't know Alabama, or where Atlanta lies tonight, and Indianapolis. Summers in park and recreation pools, and carsick vacations in size eleven "I'm going to heaven" shoes. And I don't know God, and I don't know anyone. I don't know God. I don't know if anyone or anything will be all right. Like, I don't know Billy Ocean from the ocean floor. I don't own any albums, I don't know anything. I don't go to college anymore. I've got my hands, on the one hand, but I don't know where to put them. But on the other hand, I don't know if I'll talk my way out of this one tonight. Cause we love Davey, that's why. 5:27 p.m. - 2003-01-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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