In your dreams, in your bed. In everyone and in your head. On the wall, it ain't white. In every letter that you write. . In the way people talk. In the shape of stones and rocks.
There's something about this day. That feels a lot like yesterday. Everything looks the same, the wall, the TV set. The way I move around myself to be.
When your pubic hair's on fire, something's wrong. When you think you're the Messiah, something's wrong. You mistake a plane for Venus, something's wrong.
Any time tomorrow I will lie and say I'm fine. I'll say yes when I mean no. And any time tomorrow the sun will cease to shine. There's a shadowman who told me so.