The only reason why men write poetry is to see the Look on a girl's face.
I'm sitting in a Dunkin' Donuts in Hookset, NH. The girl at the counter was a sweet girl who's name tag read "Brit." It was such a riot and the two men from Maine laughed. They wanted cookies, all I wanted was another cup of cold coffee.
I wanna write a movie where a man knows exactly when he will die. The day will come and pass without even a scratch on his head.
Last night was a riot. Kevin and I sitting in my room listening to Sinatra and Indian music. We talked about. We talked about helping others. If we are the future teachers of America, well I feel pretty all right. I realized that night that if I belong to any chruch, it's the church of America. I believe in it the way others believe in Jesus. Jesus turned water into wine but America gave us rock 'n' roll.
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I've been in a weird mood lately and I have been all last week, all things considered. It's gonna be another long week, I just know it. This Dylan song is the only way I can explain how I feel. He's good at doing that. Please be patient for the length, it's worth it.
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