Im just going to start typing.....
miles gone happenstance love and freaky dances
taking a breather for the third or fifth time beats and drums and guitar pic solos reaching your ends with your meastros and no nos
feeding impudence making out with far out ideas of motion-less notion-less futures
taking a fiver drinking more water watching my ass get wider dip in dip out strung in strung out diet pills and mother moving wills jux-ta-po-sition
less than more more than you can afford stream of words flow like birds over the clear clear ocean lake river stream. your habit to gag it once more is your down. fall.
let it out. hold it in. next time hold on tighter to the truth not what you dont see or that monster of circumstance around the corner. be cool. they are all looking. or are they. seeing if you are seeing if they are being watched.
cool .cool. be cool. tell the truth you loser tell it like it is mr and mizz it aint all that you dreamt it aint at all as bad as they said.
follow. follow through. to the end of your enormous love. it leads you down like your libido strives and pushes you to connect.
truth is a lie all wrapped up in timelessness.
end ramble.
peace
