Blog From The Past: My and Mere's plan for after graduation
October 10, 2005
lets run away to Las Vegas and then go become pimps and have our bitch ass ho’s make us a shit load of money… then after we get rich enough lets kill all our ho’s then take the money and run (not to mexico) to Australia where we can have fake Australian accents and live “down under” and marry hot Aussie boys that are rich… then after 3 years divorce them… take their money… and run (NEVER TO MEXICO!!) to canada where we can learn french blend in… start our own meth lab, make a shit load of money pushing drugs… then one day… take all the money and run (HELL NO NOT TO MEXICO) to New York where we can join the Italian mob and get those mafia accents, kill people for hire and have the mob protect us… and then take our billions of dollars that we have saved up under several different names because we are wanted in 3 countries and move (finally to Mexico), yes… I said mexico… and we can open up our own cantina down in like mazatlan and then live there for the rest of our lives just sitting, chillin, and drinkin mexican beer…. sound good????
Peace is the last leg of the tour. I’m counting down the days until I can reach the shore again. This desert air doesn’t hurt me enough anymore. I can’t wait with you here, like we’ve done before, a long time ago. The Pacific is calling my name, and I am stepping through the door. Good-bye and nevermore will I say your name.
Sometimes I forget it’s day. The sun stays hidden behind the trees. Like your lies, wading in the water underneath the shore shocked waves,which are the endless beats of our last kiss. Bitter ‘til the last drop, it never became quite as sweet as the last boy on my lips.