![]() ![]() What a frickin’ musical genius! Ha Ha Ha!” “Ha Ha Ha! That’s so funny, Papa! Ha Ha Ha! Wow! I can laugh myself back to cotton candy land I love you, Papa, but I can’t be around you when you’re drunk. ![]() I can’t laugh because it’s not funny to me. I feel like I’m three years old again and I don’t want to be! Daughter: “Cotton Candy Land: It’s Where We’ve Always Lived”Īnd damned if I’m going to let them out now ![]() Oh, okay, so I’m a little just a little drunk. Rolling it in my hand like a smooth stoneĪnd we don’t dance a father/daughter danceĪ homely looking plaque featuring a hand-painted hunting dogĪ little tune for you, dearest dear dear dear That say time moves in one predetermined direction: forwardīecause he thinks the stars you wished onĪnd you baited my hook and gutted my fish I used to think of time as flowing forwardīut in my own mind time travels backwardsīack through history that is my own and is not ![]()
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