Part 4: Misty Morning
Morning glory; the fucking best.
Misty morning by Bob Marley is playing. Just the fucking right song. It’s misty this morning but what’s more, it explains my current predicament.
Let’s sing along.
Misty morning, don’t see no sun,
I know you’re out there somewhere having fun,
There is one mystery, just can’t express
You keep my more, to receive your less.,
One of my good friends said, in a reggae rhythm,
Don’t jump in the water, if you can’t swim,
The power of philosophy, floats through my head,
Light like a feather, heavy as lead,
[Lovely trumpets come along here]
I want you to straighten out my tomorrow,
I want you to straighten out my tomorrow,
I want you, I want you,
Straighten out my tomooo tomooo tomoooroow.
Fuck. I just burned myself. And that stupid RA nearly just caught me. Fucker.
Anyway, I am still writing this fucked up diary, diary. So you know, geeky girl.
And I am proper high now. Thank you very much.
Can’t jump, can’t jump, in the water, if you can’t swim!
Light like a feeeeeeethhhhaaaaaaaa! Heavy as lead!
I want you to straighten out my tomorrow!
Fuck. Too high.
MISTY MORNING!!!
So can I swim? Cus I jumped in the water!
Cus I fucking jumped in the water! I did. Yesterday I did. Or today, was it? Shrug-shrug. But I had to jump yeah? Can’t breathe on land; had to jump.
BUT CAN I SWIM?
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You were so high! Haha!
ReplyDeleteVery good song, and very appropriate. :)