In search of knowledge, I quit the college, Now I can drink with friends, And loose track of the trends. I’m having a lovely time, Playing amidst the sublime. Education, education, education. Bloody hard to keep concentration Camp out at night – let the stars teach you, They’re right – No cocky toodleoo. Deep thought on the koo koo kachu. I think I’ve contracted cabin fever, Locked in my room, just me and a reefer, Maybe Mad John hit the nail on the head, Or have I just spent too many days in bed.
rymes are fun. i dont ryme that much actually but i did in this one just for fun. of course its got a story behind it, what poem doesnt? i wrote a couple of years ago when i was goin through this big trip about being at college and not actually wanting to be there. I wanted to be back on the road and at gatherings and was getting quite depressed.
thanks, i like me wastecoasts too! they're an essentail. it has little chinese luck disks for buttons as well. by the way, r u romany?
yeah there is a fair amount of 'fuck you' and thats part of how i was feeling at the time. the rest of me felt squashed. Lozi, i can definately see the magic, can you?
it isn't magic magic as you would know it...but there is something there. Tis not of my own doing though...to be more clear, it's the Holy Spirit. Ever heard of him/it?
