Lottery in heaven

Hey, there’s nothing wrong! What’s “right” after all? Nothing bad about a bit of color and numbers that indicate some sort of a foreseeable prize ahead of you! You bet! After all, this is gambling
But it’s not bad, because it’s gambling in heaven!
Chillax, have some wine, have a cigar and roll up your sleeves! Let’s roll some dice, scratch out some numbers, and add a little point up! But remember, it’s not bad because it’s in heaven!
It’s all good and dandy here!
You can bet as much as you want, you can bet it all!
It’s all good clean fun! Lottery lottery lottery!
Yayyy yayyy yayyy.
Let the bell ring, let the whistle blow! Let’s dance arm in arm n’ get it done!
Yes we can! Success success success!
Win win win!
Get ’em sonnnn!
And then let’s spend the rest of our lives rolling the luck away! Mmmm the sweet smell of tobacco smoke and people’s cough. But hey you knuckleheads, it’s lottery time in heaaaveennn! Come on and get that winning boy grin going! We’re in heaven, it’s alllll cleaaann funnn!

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Hope

Is when I know you’ve got my back
Everyday
Every step of the way
From the break of dawn ’till once again

You’re nowhere to be seen
Got your spirit captured in the palms of my hand
Got your will to keep me believing

It’s an addiction, it’s not just addiction
Your love
Is what keeps me
Going

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Friday night bad boy

It’s a dry, dull, desolate world where we live. We’re made of thick glass, fragile enough to be broken, and oh so heavy; bound by gravity and layers of weight covering our bodies. You’re like music to me. You’re so vibrant, tangible, and full of bright pastel colors. Your smile pops open and fizzles out a bottle of coca cola in my heart. And your attitude, my god your attitude; it stings me like needles. I need your chaos, I need your crazy. It makes me alive. It’s a risk, it’s an obsession. It’s love.
I never know what you’re up to next, but I like the surprise baby. Surprise me, turn me into a kitty and be a bait. Be tangible, be ever so existent, be real, be alive,
Sting me,
Spin me, berate me, love me,
And never give up on me. I could run for miles on end and never encounter another you. I could live for a thousand years and never be quenched. You see through me like a psychic. We don’t belong in this world so let’s just play in an empty store aisle of a meaningless dull town. I’ve got your spirit, you’ve got me in the palm of your hands. We’ve got everything right now so let’s just be alive. Let’s soar, while the world weighs down.

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The only way to exist

She can only be so open with someone who loves her so
So when he feeds her this love, she loves in return
Giving back each ounce of it, giving more than what she can give
To keep him alive and breathing;
knowing that she is his sole purpose
his newfound religion, his reason, his addiction
And to touch her, taste her is not a mere wish
It’s a dire need
And the only way to exist

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Hanging out with a firefly

She’s so dull during the day, but comes alive at night. At times I don’t know what to do with her during the ever so long hours of the afternoon. She just hangs around my side; we don’t talk, barely have anything in common. I almost loose interest completely. It almost becomes a burden; the fact that we’re such different species and there’s no point in even trying to go against the norm and be in a relationship when I feel nothing, when we feel nothing, when I can just settle with the woman my mother picked for me.

But then comes the night and there’s something in the certain type of summer evening breeze that brings about this distinct rosy fragrance–and the skies are pink yellow gold, and the stars begin to undress their marvelous glistening selves and I look beyond; and there’s a sea of fireflies– stars here on earth, over my land, casting their magic spells into my heart once more. So I run after her, my firefly, and capture her within my grasp, and when she sees me I swear to you my heart stops; that’s when she flies out of my palms and glows up above. And I can never reach for her, and my heart grows ever fonder, and I promise myself that there is nothing else in this world that captivates me so, that keeps me alive, that I’d give up everything for.

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