Have I ever wondered what it takes to be buckwheat, pork futures famous? Yes. But then I look at the faces of the developing Famous... and I see a pattern.
Does one really have to adapt oneself to this sociopath persona?
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Do you ever feel like no one any where gives a shyte about you? Considering thousands of acquaintances, and friendly encounters; it doesn't add up to squat...
Since I have introduced this malleable subject, I will pose the following situation.
I got to Heaven, and St Peter says, "Did you sleep well?"
"No, I never slept well."
So Peter the Saint crunches some n
umbers... 365 x 72 = 26280 days x 24 = 630720 hours / 8.2 = 76917 hours
I"I have you down for plenty of hours of sleep," Says St Peter, "actually, you got more than the usual hours of sleep.""That doesn't surprise me, Saint Sir," I reply in my most polite way.
Chorus: Like a rhinestone
[G] cowboy
Riding out on a horse
in a star spangled
rode [D] o
Rhinestone [G] cowboy
getting cards
and lettters from people
I don't even [D] know
Offers coming over the
[C]phone.....[D] (Weiss)
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and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub
Well, I really don't mind the rain
And a smile can hide all the pain
But you're down when you're ridin' the train that's takin' the long way
And I dream of the things I'll do
With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe
There'll be a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
words and music Larry Weiss
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