Imagine your brain as a. Canister filled with ink. Yeah, now think of your body. As the pen where the ink resides. Fuse the two, kapok. What are you now?.
Psychopsilocybin runnin' horny mother fucker. Trippin on his shoelace, searchin for the hairy sucker. He dont need no funny money, his love is all his power.
At first I see an open wound,. infected and disastrous.. It breathes chaotic catastrophe,. it cries to be renewed.. (Please Renew Me!). Its tears are the color of anger,.
Do... you..., do you enjoy... your sight inside.... . Disconnect and let me drift until my upside down is right side in. Society must let the artist go to wander off into the nebula.
Medium, medium.. Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew. and I think about the amount of the sweet. I'd like to have in my cup today.. One for the two lump, three lump, four..
On this page. You see a little girl giggling at a hippopotamus. I wonder why?. Wonder why?. On this page. You see a little girl giggling at a hippopotamus.
The lightning flashed as angels. Rode fiery chargers through the clouds. That answer scared me into tears. And all the grownups laughed out loud. . Now the years roll on, tired voices have all gone.
First Sight. Turns me round again. Brings me face to face with my sin. I've got it, Always had it. A reason to look within now. Take flight. To your son again.