i got two demons in my mind telling me that im a slave saying smoking pot is wrong and that i am not who i am i meditate on the herb i see through illusion true self shines through life passes, and the air moves nothing came round love is every moment theres a neat sound in wanti round a ness fire you and me gather and talk walk away find another spot, its hot and its cool, i could be dead but i am a fool seeing there is nothing this world i must let go of the demons are the sprites are the grass are the times that point out the looking glass and fall blind across your mind down the road and blue river man comes to me swirling and the flame really i don't care about it he smiles and understands not caring that i said it there are plants upon the land where the cure is healing mushrooms the spot is life's beauty, we sat in the park, life, death, and eternity laughed from the holes in the ground and i was really found listening to a song on a playground i am woman, hear me roar i am woman, hear me roar to meditate is life where flo is by my above goddess in my heart oh you're talking again they say but i haven't said anything we're on flat street and theres a bunch of elephants soon i will be destroyed for my way of life the shamanic healing rolls on we grow chocolate and eat sorrow from the wood of the tree where i climbed the middle and learned the birdsongs when the night was long there were many bongs when the streets were empty we roamed nothing else to say, whatever art trip that is life not this weird bullshit, natural people transfolk of the world, sitting or standing, why? who are they? people are the tao in wanti this rolls on again, nothingness no one understands these thoughts or why they are here, no one takes this question to where it should be the tip of the blunt, vocalization of the heavenly interwoven quilt through my life like a lightning strike while, things happen i sit down and think about it it returns out new i gave birth to this true world here let it be, unnamed, growing
you appear quick and your book spills into the rain the ink is alive, its actually doing things, real things, realer than you'd ever known before wow, life is amazing, i do what i want the universe is big it flows into a river and fish drink it and we eat them look into the toilet and it makes a lot of sense in ones random shit is the art i was walking down the street looking into the sky humming, it was my only original move ever the asunder that made me cry was like dying a little bit, i felt the burning like why? i asked why is it this way and you say it doesn't have to be, the tides are like waves, meet the friendly ones the ridge is a corner by the street sides and like of mind i guess it runs you right out of your mind after a while thats quite alright, i just want to listen to dinosaur jr. i don't want to be with my parents, or people with utmost respect, get the fuck away from me i only am myself do you think i am someone else? these are the shadows i guess
