I'd give up my license and boobies to be six again.

This glass house is burning down. You light the match, I'll stick around.

Children are all artists that grow up to be liars,

and some of us learn to be both.

 

Writers block is a degree of meloncholly you cannot share,

no matter how much blood is left in the rock.

 

Happiness is the new heroin and everyones looking for the needle

but choose instead to lay in the stack of hay with the horse s**t.

 

 

 

Author's Note

unfinished. ehhhh.

I don't know how common certain sayings are, and I'm afraid of looking stupid. The bit about the blood being in a rock comes from the saying "trying to get blood from a rock," in terms of something being difficult.

Sorry if you already knew that.