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So Bryan and I had a strange day,
I could’ve done with out it,
I must say,
but without them it’d be whimsical,
or jaded,
or weak.
It’d be like living in a perfect place where everything was happy, you can eat all the candy/burritos you want, get laid on a whim, buy drugs from a vending machine, crash your car and escape with lots of money, go swimming in tang, visit all the people you know who’ve past away, and have a real grand time, tell them you’ll see them soon, and next go jet skiing with Tony Hawk.
And this might’ve been the worst day you ever had,
in this land of perfection,
“so too speak.”
So one thing I’ve learned,
through all this recess,
is that bad days are good days,
and good days are best.
5th MARCH, 2009
