My Personal Journal –
A Guide for Humanity!
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I’ve crossed paths with Sir Royalty, Climbed Swiss Mnt. Zermott, Preached the Lord knockin’ on Doors in France, Grabbed Spanish in Spain, a little Czech in the Republic and some Russian at the UN. Broke Standards with purple hair and, traded my Beamer tow roped and dropped, Worn some calvins too cheap to give, lived in the warmth of a flower, Totaled my motorcycle on Angel’s wings, Flew through a cattle fence and survived the tornados.

People pretend to be your friend, They tell you the truth and you believe them, hook, line and sinkerrrr. Friends, Colleagues, Confidents, Acquaintances, Guidance Counselors, Leaders, Bosses, Neighbors and last the least possible; Family. It is then, perhaps you find yourself. When no one is there playing all those roles. Filling your ears. Telling you lies. Sniffing for a grab and run. In that sound of silence the only voice you’ll hear is your own. It’s an instrument ya know? Strum some notes on those vocalchords. B4 you know it, those rusty pipes will be shaking the trees, lifting you high, no more standing by.

Stories of my life, True to the truest truth be told, it’s time to get them out to help those along the way, while I venture some more-to sing and tell some words for you, see where you might go or hold off and grow old.

Pretendalot 100% Improv Lyrics and Music based on my personal journal, written souly by me, a Human -John Koncurat

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