"I remember back in the day... every house in Anaheim had an incinerator in order to burn garbage. We always had a 50 gallon drum in the back yard for burning. My father did all the burning. He stood there swigging Haller's whiskey straight from the pint as he watched the flames envelop the trash. He loved to burn the trash." - ocregister.com
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Don't bother saying you're sorry. Why don't you come in? smoke all my cigarettes again. Every time I get no further. How long has it been? Come on, wipe your feet on my dreams. You take up my time like soem cheap magazine when I could be learning something. oh well, you know what I mean. Oh,I have done this before and I will do it again. Come on and kill me baby while you smile like a friend. Oh and I'll come running just to do it again. You are the last drink I never should have drunk. You are the body hidden in the trunk. You are the habit I can't seem to kick . You are my secrets on the front page every week. You are the dream I never should have caught. You are the cut that makes me hide my face. You are the party that makes me feel my age. Like a car crash I see but just can't avoid. Like a plane I've been told I never should board. Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay til the end. Let me tell you now it's lucky for you that we're friends.
I don't understand about complementary colors
And what they say
Side by side they both get bright
Together they both get grayBut he's been pretty much yellow
And I've been kinda blue
But all I can see is
Red, red, red, red, red now
What am I gonna doI don't understand about
Diamonds and why men buy them
What's so impressive about a diamond
Except the miningAnd it's dangerous work
Trying to get to you too
And I think if I didn't have to
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill myself doing it
Maybe I wouldn't think so much of youI've been watching all the time
And I still can't find the tack
And I wanna know is it okay
Is it just fine
Or is it my fault
Is it my lackI don't understand about
The weather outside
Or the harmony in a tune
Or why somebody liedThere's solace a bit for submitting
To the fitfully cryptically true
What's happened has happened
What's coming is already on its way
With a role for me to playI don't understand
I'll never understand
But I'll try to understand
There's nothing else I can do
my wonderful, faithful kitty, Frank!