My preferred use to this waste of trees is to write mumbo jumbo that comes out as impaired lyrics. But whatever happens, happens, I guess. Since Life controls everything anyways....
Since it does, is the only reason I'm like this is because Life wanted me dead? Am I supposed to be dead? Will Life grant me the one wish I could ever want and end this pathetic excuse I get to call life? Or is it just toying with me, not letting it happen because I wish it so?
No one deserves this...but I don't deserve anything, so I guess it's okay anyways. Life gets the last say in this matter anyways. . .
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Journal of Clay Walker~
Random"My preferred use to this waste of trees is to write mubo jumbo that comes out as impaired lyrics. But whatever happens, happens, I guess." Clay Walker is in a band. He feels...well, he doesn't nessisarily know how. He's not trying anything in creat...
