DeeDee

Hey man I like your Doogs.
Damian Doogs.
Gordon Doogs.
It’s all good news.
Living in the moment- nothing want for lists.
I realised that the description on of a place as sandy, could mean most places.
Put your doogs on.
No plans made. I’m free to be idle.
Nothing want to do.
Feelings ride unbridled.
No chains about me, no links or likes to follow.
No peace not pants just tinny thoughts and all that bed felt fellow.
These sallow thoughts have peppered me up.
Gold and liver lacquers each you fit young thing; no access.
No want to make you smile. Honest. Not trying too hard.
Easy to laugh, you can just tell you can just tell you can just tell!
Leave
Filters
Sim
Gift
Book
Easter
Marathon
Flights
Lift
Email.

List and being stuck in lifts.
Compel me to do better.
Don’t associate with the help- what a fuckless thought.
It makes me wonder though.
If these thoughts are real, where are they based in the world?

Song-

What to do, what to do?
What
To
Do.
Do.
Do.
To
What
To
Do

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