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Lies from the cockpit, steady as we watch in slow motion.
The pilot died his hair blue because his usual fuschia was out of stock.
besides, who ever saw a full growny with pink hair and white lipstick, tongue piercings and bell bottoms.
He was one of the originals.
Not a rolling stone, but close.
They say his mum left him in the oven a little while longer than most.
But I ain't one for here say and sinister trivialities.

For a healthy lifestyle, feed the love twice and just once for the passion.
Ambition is a lost puppy, if you find it.... well, you should know what to do.
Personally, I think drugs are a waste of spit. But no one ever takes me personally, they would rather make me a public figure.
Ugh! How I dread the limelight, so these days I only put it in my tea.
Tsk Tsk Tsk
Friends.
Sigh!
Friend are bullets
Friendship is a weapon
Try not to shoot yourself.
They never ever had my time, just stole my dates.
So I stopped keeping them.
Old timers I call them. So now I say "to blazers with old friends".
My back is healing, thank you.
Everything has changed, you have no idea guys.
But I ll always love you like so so.

Ahem!
Back to the cockpit. We took an airbus 40 40.
I got the third seat, but had a slight delay and on getting in, mad max fury had occupied my seat.
It was a man's world in there, so they shoved me in the back to be seated next to someone's house nigga and wouldn't budge despite all my huffing and puffing and Joan of archery.
I felt dissapointed.
Anyway, that was a long time ago.
I got wiser.

To keep it all on a page,
never underestimate the power of your actions.
Regret is our inability to forgive ourselves.
When you blame yourself, you hate everybody else. However, when you blame others, you unlove your own self.
So the trick is to put all the fault on the world, she doesn't mind. Afterall, aren't we all in her belly?

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