Clear out the spiderwebs. In your mind. When a hint of violence. Makes you cry. Get on my speedboat. The water's fine. The ocean calms you down. Leaves you kind.
Of part and parcel. So, well, we're already dead. Well, it's probably been said. That it's always been said. That. . One wing isn't even enough. It isn't even enough.
Although we often wondered. It was no thing of wonder. The shit that flew from our minds. Grass stains and fresh fruit. Reminds our shoes of horse glue.