existence because of our need. there lies the genesis of the great abstraction because of psychological incarceration. so create we must. and create we did. and do. and on and on. its fine. im glad i do not ever have to own up to myself.

i dont deserve your empty hand or your question, im fine in the blind spots knees tucked and stomach lined in silver dollars just a failure to mention, i was a old soul song, flying kites in the wintertime.

i cant connect to the big blue ether bound and bandaged round the wounded head, of this carpet bag, motley crew collective, saw my feet leave from confidence

stopped giving in to giving my confessions as an amputation of the modern man, just drank the poison, took the injection, leaned back, swallowed all the bad,
i cant lend you to this conversation, pygmy heart coupled with a pygmy head, to think i had suffered your rejection after 40 days id had enough of that,

dont you hide death, dont you hide it now, in falling out, cant connect to the big blue ether bound and bandaged round the wounded head of this carpet bag motley crew collective, saw the ground leave from confidence.

i have not be emotionally affected by a song in years. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHKuB85EgnI. brilliance.

i will sleep with the windows open.