I'm struggling to take myself seriously enough to record longer pieces, so right now I will continue to pump out rambles and spurts of ideas.
It's laughable, novelties unravel til the fanciful erratics are consumed
Leave you frantic in the nude. That's life.
Complementary crack pipe.
Swear he acts right, never thought he'd shoot smack right!
We do nothing but fall.
Stuttering backwards with a tall
Latte moka hoka frappe, FUCK YOU
And a light snack will follow
Back to the hollow, wooden box that locks it in
Beginning, middle, end forgotten in the wind
Heads hang low on the poles that hold them
Flags of death, eyes frozen
Killers, but dead.