a blown boy

tonight, i could die. next day? usually sunshine, cielo sky, and a few pals will be occasions to expect. it's the space i get when each day ends. it's so sedated a life i get. go get i ice pops to get to little kids. i know, you get to be so galactical when i and you date. i feel so happy, then sad next. up and down this life gets i to places. death and talks of it do not own any luck in this one's life. so?


i'd like you to watch sunsets. i'd like you get a can of soda. i'd like you to be a poet. i'd like you to know all these. it's so sad, this life. this life's solution is a definite finality. i know it's at the usual hidden instance when death gets us. while i sleep,  you watch sunsets, get a can of soda, and be a poet. then i won't be so sad knowing you had left i in this place i call today.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CmhqoB1lNE

just between i and you. nice day to you also.

today is slight and laughable. it's about luck.