07-18-2012, 03:30 AM
Yeah... Alot work has gone into this one.
It's about me and my two oldest freinds of all time. Known once since I was 1 year old, and other since I was about 3... I'm 21 now
(British, so I've been drinking a while longer than you USA-ers. In case you where wondering.)
V2
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The Party Boys.
So, I used to go to all the parties,
Oh - ever since the beginnings of our times:
there’d be “football-cake”, jellies and ice cream
and after, we’d sink screaming - into the pirate riddled
depths of the Ball pool, further exploring its expanses,
Now, laid teeming, infested, with fanatic shark impressions
of those children, (after too much cake) that lay smiling as if
frozen, jammed in the ancient family photograph,
in this the Nikon A1 of my mind.
Oh and their childish impressions, almost as terrible
as how I’m forgetful to the length of time
it has been since I went to such parties,
Yet! such Impressions are still as frightful:
as frightfully wonderful as those happy children
playing their games of whose nicknames we’d now use
In drinking games almost 12 years later
Drowning ourselves in the alcohol, daring ourselves to do better!
until gravitational law throws Newton’s books at us:
falling over, throwing up, whilst simultaneously
telling one another “Howwwf’huckin’ muchsh”
each other loves one another!
Of how it feels to be, in at least
an Inherited sense…
“… Bbbrrruuuuveeerrrssshhh.”
V1:
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The Party Boys.
…How I used to go to all the parties,
Oh ever since the beginnings of our times:
There’d be “football-cake”, jellies and ice cream
Then after, we’d sink screaming into the pirate riddled depths of the
Ball pool, furtherly exploring its expanses,
Now, laid teeming (infested) with fanatic shark impressions
Of those children, (after too much cake) that lay smiling as if
frozen, within the jammed family photograph,
Within the ancient Nikon A1 of my mind
Oh their childish impressions, almost as frightful
as how I’m forgetful to the length of time
It had been since I went to such parties,
and yet these Impressions are still as frightful:
As frightfully wonderful as those happy children
Playing their games of whose nicknames we’d
now use nostalgically In drinking games almost eight years later
Drowning ourselves in the alcohol, daring ourselves to do better!
Until gravitational law throws Newton’s books at us:
falling over, throwing up, whilst simultaneously
telling one another “Howwwf’huckin’ muchsh”
each other loves one another!
of how it feels to be, in at least in an Inherited
sence…
“… Bbbrrruuuuveeerrrssshhh.”
It's about me and my two oldest freinds of all time. Known once since I was 1 year old, and other since I was about 3... I'm 21 now
(British, so I've been drinking a while longer than you USA-ers. In case you where wondering.)
V2
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The Party Boys.
So, I used to go to all the parties,
Oh - ever since the beginnings of our times:
there’d be “football-cake”, jellies and ice cream
and after, we’d sink screaming - into the pirate riddled
depths of the Ball pool, further exploring its expanses,
Now, laid teeming, infested, with fanatic shark impressions
of those children, (after too much cake) that lay smiling as if
frozen, jammed in the ancient family photograph,
in this the Nikon A1 of my mind.
Oh and their childish impressions, almost as terrible
as how I’m forgetful to the length of time
it has been since I went to such parties,
Yet! such Impressions are still as frightful:
as frightfully wonderful as those happy children
playing their games of whose nicknames we’d now use
In drinking games almost 12 years later
Drowning ourselves in the alcohol, daring ourselves to do better!
until gravitational law throws Newton’s books at us:
falling over, throwing up, whilst simultaneously
telling one another “Howwwf’huckin’ muchsh”
each other loves one another!
Of how it feels to be, in at least
an Inherited sense…
“… Bbbrrruuuuveeerrrssshhh.”
V1:
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The Party Boys.
…How I used to go to all the parties,
Oh ever since the beginnings of our times:
There’d be “football-cake”, jellies and ice cream
Then after, we’d sink screaming into the pirate riddled depths of the
Ball pool, furtherly exploring its expanses,
Now, laid teeming (infested) with fanatic shark impressions
Of those children, (after too much cake) that lay smiling as if
frozen, within the jammed family photograph,
Within the ancient Nikon A1 of my mind
Oh their childish impressions, almost as frightful
as how I’m forgetful to the length of time
It had been since I went to such parties,
and yet these Impressions are still as frightful:
As frightfully wonderful as those happy children
Playing their games of whose nicknames we’d
now use nostalgically In drinking games almost eight years later
Drowning ourselves in the alcohol, daring ourselves to do better!
Until gravitational law throws Newton’s books at us:
falling over, throwing up, whilst simultaneously
telling one another “Howwwf’huckin’ muchsh”
each other loves one another!
of how it feels to be, in at least in an Inherited
sence…
“… Bbbrrruuuuveeerrrssshhh.”