rot rot rot rot rot
to die and lie awake with
at least i know i will grow . . .
im so mixed up i have too many questions ... who are you ... how have you been ... when is it gonna happen? why is this whole thing taking so long ... what are these spheres rolling down my face ... i miss you ... that unchronological feeling directly secreted from the influenza that is that knoworthenow. . .
that feeling makes me so sad . . . with sail boats sailing away daily on streams of saline numbered joy . . .
these years inevitably produce tears or its simply them sour nasty lemons ... squozen so directly it met these eyes . . . slickly sickly sickled sour drops smeared up in ya opticals ...
sorry fools . . . sorry losers . . . sorry hop skip we draged ya along to stumble over that finish line . . . but we're in it to win it . .
♫ænd as zeros we gotta stick together . . . pealed put together the oops and of course undone . . .
smiling in the face of our sunshine . . . i"VE NEVER FELT SO FREE!ææ)æææ♫æ♫Üæwæ ! ! ~ ! ♪ ♫
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lets put it this way . . . we removed that sumedbitch evers ago . . . yet here we are . . . just in time to remove the rind . . . again
now whenever we borrow something we always put it back in the same place as when we found it . . . so that the receipt paper trail from skull to skull is bridged . . . if absent of mind (which in most of any and all situations) is i as such as i am strictly skin now . . . or was . . . we dead now and forever. my purpose . . . fertilizzzer.
but dont worry you cyclical beings of cero . . . as our own fellow hue maimed shatter glass laughter run after whats yours im so sewed sore . . . ænd never caught with out a smile as i mop up the mess . . . but we're just children at play . . . so who can blame me for split milk or you for moldy sour lemons . we in this forever together ! or atleast until mom gets sick of us and "accidentally" shivers from the cold shoulder you give her . . . shaking us off her back as a dog who finally found out the secret of shaking fleas off at will . . .
you are beautiful . . . remember this . . . everyone misses you . . . ill see you soon
bananaracks & DustCollectors
music by yours truely
(if ya cancall it such)