"Learn to swim. See you down at Arizona Bay." bill hicks
Baby fists, baby finger nails. They weak they sharp. Sharp skin slicing weak fist holding. Now I have fever late at night and my hands feel like baby fists, grabing dark in the night. Baby fists, weak but narcotic, dark in the night. Fists punch they punch wildly and weak through the air. Fear though they know nothing to fear.
Page through read to page they learn to love though they no learn who to love why. Read me love why then I learn to love who. Will I give it? Give it madly? Can I give it any other way?
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