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Jagged Rocks and Whiskey Sting
Brandxxx

sit on the rotten lines
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flowing out to sea
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jagged rocks
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and whiskey sting
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broken crowds
 5
along the beach
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as i salute this dusk
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with a tip of my bottle
 8
now and again
 9
getting lost in smoke
 10
i'll stumble back
 11
when it's pitch black
 12
and find my way home
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when the whiskey is gone
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away from the waves
 15
relaxed my brain
 16
those moments behind me
 17
time spent on the rocks
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all for the moments ahead.
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28 Feb 04

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Wonders of the rhythmic flow of the chaos of the powerful roar and
the quiet murmurrings of a mind that reaches out into the harshness
of the very existence of thought and reason for surviving....
reflections into the unknown and known while still not able to
actually acknowledge the existence of the pulsating and restless
soul.
 — unknown

huh?...ooh cool cool
 — Brandxxx

fucking awesome.
 — Drastic

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