Herbal mist underneath the street light
walking through it...

Momma I'm a bad bad girl.
I can't never...

There is
roadkill on the street, bloody...

It's like breathing in tin foil
when every breath crinkles and spits...

I want to ask
the kind of questions that probe...

I feel all
smooth touch and pleasure...

Darling, don't you know
that colorless green ideas sleep furiously...

A couple of years ago
i might have actively gone seeking this...

More of my song lyrics...
Maybe I should have asked you first...

Song lyrics again...
Your lips were white...

Some song lyrics that I wrote...
The rain is invisible to me...

This is actually a song, one of the first I ever...
He wanders...