As bottles swallow the hopeless chord of Cinnamon orange the mouse slides into your thighs nibbling at the tides, sat encroached, despots and guerrillas follow the moon shark. I want these days shaved for you, you cant wait forever for the past to evaporate. The bitumen black will lead me back some say, always to you. Don't bite all that condescension its there as a lesson, subservience transmitted through all life's multitudes and platitudes. the trundling barbed barbiturates ingested are not telling any truth, in fact the question is, How do i know the question exists.. i tell you know, it doesn't, even the blackboard Nazi's slip your finger away nothing to learn here little rabbit, it will be of benefit to stay with the dust particles in your head, they will determine where your heart is in it and if you sneeze then god damn it, believe whats up my sleeve. numbers and figures will lead you to eroding carpets of floor full Flem. One day we can walk away and say I'm not green i live another day. its not too late to say I'm not attached to that brain.
