HAHA! Good one, Trippin. they've filmed it all (every bit) no-reality left to capture; not even a tit sunglasses, sunflower seeds, lawnchair: await the rapture
since when my friend were those shows ever reality? (still, I like that. rapture in a lawn chair or sunflower seed. nice :H )
I lost my fancy footing on a patch of wide-eyed clover, While I went a-walking down a dusty, trailing road some blistering day, Said the clover, -- rather bitter, -- I'd do well best to better Pay attention to where ever I throw my dirty feet around!
^haha ancient wisdom sounds strange new ideas don't resonate common sense has lost its logic must confusion be my fate?
Vintage spirits age with flavor, fine crystalline decanters cradle, mindless the senses savor, a momentary waft... the wine of Now.
I surrender- let all my molecules topple over on some grass where I get an upclose look at two lady bugs fucking on a green blade of glass lovely lovely lovely eyes i'll eat them I'll suck them from your mouth
"a mass of gallon sloth as flies have walls for feet, a rapturous verbatim someone said but who's to know?" -the mars volta
kicked in the ass by life this swill, this horrible cheap shit beer sends a bit of comfort * feeling low, on the deck thinking about all my problems while a robin hop hop hops up the length of my roof I have to laugh.
Look! A flying pig! Coasting far above the petty streets of dingy, littered dingo dens; those god damned dogs built their fortress from cement!
can you hear me back here or are you lost in the maze ill stutter my words to get you outta that daze
i touched her cheek... the side of her smile... that place where i drove a nail and hung all of my ugly
