and what am i tapped into? some fake plastic skeleton? the factory that distributed these papers, and gum? the moon? inspiration loops 'round and 'round and I feel nothing just flowing on concrete asphyxiation peering through blue and orange clouds in the night a planet, off in the galaxy shining bright night time sparking rustica feeling light I'm alone black cat meanders by
"Jesus of Nazareth told Mike of the weeds I was born at this time for a reason you see... When I'm dead I'll be dead a long time but the wine's so pleasin' and sooooo suuuubliiime..."
it's time now, come hither gather all around now watch this listen to this sound boom boxes break gonna make you a mix tape gonna rupture my sack on a pole