What’s a few months between friends?
Favors calling you to spend
your say, like you have something to say
u never did not since tomorrow was distant yesterday
Time is infinite, space runs out
for the frivolous and the devout
thighs are sexier seen through a Hookah fog
So wrote Juror # 9 on his imaginary blog
lines are dead, long gone
soothsayer seeking the swift forlorn
there is always tomorrow
until we blow up in ball of fire,
but then who will need a pretty website?