Over Use Of Thinking, by Debz ~~ lost amoungst the pages of a story yet to be told ~~ Subscribe to rss feed for Debz  ~~ lost amoungst the pages of a story yet to be told ~~

how come it all makes sense
whenever i truly think
i think too much 
it doesnt make sense.
what else am i meant to think?

how much do i hate thinking!
especially about his drinking!
and arrogant twats winking!
and constant lights blinking!
Its all really got me thinking!

I think ive gone insane 
for it all makes sense to me 
this over use of thinking
constant words inside my brain.
why doesnt it get me thinking?

Posted: 2006-04-08 16:20:31 UTC

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