I Put The Bi In Bitch

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this is exactly what I needed to hear this morning so thank you

I somehow can’t find this poem by itself anywhere on the internet? and I wanted to link to just the poem, so I’ve pulled it out. Originally from this post: 

From one of Pete’s secret blogspots on August 13, 2008:

to you (unfinished, off the top of my head) It all started with some friends and a van a kick drum inside my ribs Preaching electric into a microphone stand Raise your red plastic cup And Turn the laughter up We fell asleep in the grass on the summer fest days You’d never guess I’m still trying to get my head screwed on straight All us believers still believe Everytime we sing “two more weeks” Someone shoulda thrown us in a cell and swallowed the key Somebody shoulda told us to leave em be The only news we tuned in to was the traffic update Nothing feels as close to home as nightime windows down on 88 Lax to berlin and back Wake up on the west coast inside a flask The good books in the drawer next to the bed you pissed in passports a blur, full of stamps from places I missed you in They’ll tell you everything about last night that you forget Pack your suitcase, joes in the back smoking a jazz cigarette They hated me before they ever loved me I’m not ready for things to change I miss you missing me in the good old days Got stuck in the cell of you and me I guess it still beat solitary ——-Worry worry Put my head in such a flurry Freckle freckle What makes you so special———- One of these days yr gonna wake up in heaven Laugh about that night you got four stitches above your eye when they let the guitars fly Never trust a band that wouldn’t bleed for you Never believe in anyone who wouldn’t drive through the night (To you) They never tell you in school you’ll feel so alone Wake me up again when were in the same time zone The way I’d take a cornfield over a coast Mulitply me times what you adore most There were nights between yellow lines When I confessed to you riding shotgun asleep under purple skies They say You get what you get Well we Got lost in the middle of nowhere And you almost quit Tonight Come together Come apart You can get lonely when u Only read the charts Called everybody I knew in this life Can we get it together just for tonite I miss old friends and “play it agains” Please Send my love, to everyone above

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