cant find her fledgling her voice is horse it neighs and cant sing forgot who she was for a second quite sad but her child is us bury them in the sand then castles and gods shall spring forth from the lake the dreaming world lives each second youre awake
guess what children
you are everything here the things you can see and what wont appear molecules of dust, atoms and the like the water your fort and the chain on your bike
The point is that rapport with the marvelously purposeless world of nature gives...
dont curr it dont matter if you dont know what im saying long as you kinda sorta get where im getting at yaimeen?
totalitarian or democratic? both make sparks fly, both cause loud static makes some wannna panic, makes them wanna grab it makes me wants to get up, get out, and get at it now im in my attic looking for the spot where i hid my automatic now stop… hit the nearest casin’ ask for all the chips bitch and give me all of your cream because i cannot rest or sleep without all of...
everything can happen