I stand crooked pissing down the rat hole. It's better than pissing into the wind, for all we are is urine spray in the breeze. I find it hard not to leave my rat hole, to piss in a better place. Sometimes all you knew is really more than you were. Depressing and untrue, but sometimes all you have is half truth's and wishful, blissful, sawdust left from each character building block cut from a rather dismal lot of charred, sun bleached, and drifting wood. Drift away..........A penny for your thoughts, A nickel for your dreams, A dime for the time to try, to make a new way through the night and day. A rat hole to piss down is not hard to find, sometimes it's the only trick I know. The credo for the urchin.......drift away....piss...off...believe....try again....
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