spent a short life chasing chemicals living like sifting sand, always collecting that part of you that keeps falling out the back. wish i saw all the rust as gold, ive seen it grow on whatever the rain can get ahold of--what ever you choose to show. pacified by a hollowed bombshell, drifting doctored ice melt found my way to the promised land, saying we all share a soul, union of hapless criminals. its a terrible waste, its a aweful shame, two weeks portioned into days, aint it wonderful.