IIIIIII I'd ooze down the road to see you but i'm getting tired and i'm tired i'll catch you in the morning, man we'll do breakfast with the little dicks because even nixon has a following Army don't follow the leader because the leader is a dirty rotten cheater teeth out his side- he's outside. yellow green hue buck lack dental nurse teeth so sleep sleep in sleep in the side, sleep on your side, sleep inside and stay away from the face of dirty rotten cheater ...Bad straight light... There were days when I was left dim A moody lamp light Who was not completely turned on So I kept going for the switch Nothing, same dim light. Then one day I looked around and found a cable- Right into an outlet I plugged myself. Electricity. Part of everything And the only thing keeping me down ever since is Gravity ...Just another part to everything. Me, Be? Now, i am young And I am going some where North south stars every where Hand rubbing a much needed beard in twilight in the city of jazz death. The death of jazz, a joke and a smoke. A blue paradise- to feel the blues like an African. To Africa! And back to here where they began to recognize themselves. the people they once were. the people we must become. - you see we are all insane in some aspect of the word, but it’s the scents that linger on me that keep me living so externally. Like, like, like....they always are like some thing, it's never even a sadsilly thing, like, like, like.... Matter outside my mind. Outside the eyes, the ears, and the mouth. Outside the skin, with death lingering over a brain gone completely insane, in a world that wears the same attire. The dress of insanity, the suit of psychosis. Madness, madness, madness. life is a carrot cake mold.
