if the next forty years
are anything like the last
chop off my son’s fingers
words are not his friends
if he’s desperate
let him use his tongue.
© listentothebabe
Photograph by Jacek Olejnik
don’t forget the alcohol
if the next forty years
are anything like the last
chop off my son’s fingers
words are not his friends
if he’s desperate
let him use his tongue.
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Yes, I’m beginning to wonder if I should take up alcohol if I’m going to be around for another 40 years. I may end up needing it. 😛
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I think you deserve all the alcohol you want, Babe.
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This is brilliant!!!
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“Loneliness cries deep from my soul” from a song by Grand Funk Railroad
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