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My forehead appears to be bleeding.
When did I take my pants off?
I should perhaps get off of the roof
of this chick's new car.
I know my beer was there (I put my beer down there) but now it's gone.
I think it's best I just pass out on the lawn.
I lost count anyway and can't think straight.
A nap in this dude's yard is now my fate.
Hopefully no dogs or cats come and piss on my face.
By the time that I wake up this will all be erased.
And once again, I'll ask myself if this is how to live.
If I'm sleeping on the grass by choice, then something's wrong.
By noon, I'll start all over again; shower, shave and eat -
communicate with comrades that I soon again will meet.
We'll drink and smoke our faces off and play some dusty riffs.
I'll end up back here, on this lawn.
But contemplation is for a much more clearly sober date.
Right now, I'm in too deep an inebriated state.
I'll probably think more about this once my liver rots.
But right now this lawn is much more comfortable than most cots.
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Anderson Cooper
01:31
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Anderson Cooper. Anderson Cooper.
CNN cyborg.
Anderson Cooper, Anderson Cooper.
CNN superhuman or something.
Usually has a stern look on his face.
Stands in the middle of hurricanes.
Often has trouble with 3D technology.
And rarely raises his voice.
Can politely question absolutely anyone into telling the truth.
Wears a perfectly pressed suit 24 hours a day.
And has never lost his composure...ever....not even once.
And he finds CNN sets extremely difficult to navigate.
Breathes fire to ward off enemies.
And he only reads in binary.
Stole his hair from the mane of Pegasus.
And he flies.
Anderson Cooper, Anderson Cooper.
CNN cyborg.
Anderson Cooper, Anderson Cooper.
CNN superhuman or something.
Anderson Cooper, Anderson Cooper.
Anderson Cooper, Anderson Cooper.
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You've struck me with your ambiguity.
Now those blue eyes are as far as I see.
With your head held high and your shoulders so cold,
that cool that you are will never get old.
You got me shaking now.
I'm off guard.
So have your way with me.
You're holding every
time that I catch you
look this way,
I can only laugh
'cause I know that you'll never stay.
You really shook me.
I'm off guard.
So have your way with me.
Suffering is not affection.
This is love.
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Cryptic Edmonton, Alberta
Cryptic are a three.....wait, now we're a 6 piece band from the double winter necropolis of Edmonton.
We play swing-rye-punk-puke-math-core garbage.
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