my bottle seems to be half empty tonight so i guess i'll just have eto do something about that drink it down get up and grab another drunkenly stumble to the the ballroom on the corner of 13th and burnside or is it stark idont know idont care its dark- and i cant walk straight to save my life- from the crack head on my left or the man on my right callin' me honey making me sick to my stomach i dont want your god damned money i just want to escape for a bit get out of this city this state take a break from my head lay in my own bed and find out what this is all about. and i have a feeling i already know my body is the only temple i need and the light i lack tonight will shine from my fingers and my toes when i recognize the beauty that within me lies connecting my body to the earth and the stars in the sky.
We only cleanse our temple with sanctity to soil it later with joyous celebration, like children that rake piles of leaves so that they can heave themselves into them.
