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Flyer
Memphisflyer is doing an article on Shea, Jonathan, Opie, and I. It is about public drawing.
Jay Etkin can come eat caviar off the bottoms of my feet.
I am also grand. -
Springtime
I been falling for someone lately. I hope I don't get in trouble. We are like silly semi-perfection systems reeling across each other in stoned bliss. -
Spring.
Sorry if I become extremely hyper and grab you and tell you that this is it and that this is going to be really haywire for a second then we will see this new and great etc... You is anyone. This weather makes me kidnap people.
Spring makes me speed through the ether. metagalactic.
The night time is pie. -
Suit
I'm twenty one years. I'm twenty one years.
flames please shoot from my ears.
I have a party.
I wake up.
I go.
I take shower.
I push record.
I look at mold.
Swing set on tele.
Memphis hat spin.
Beware. I am full of energy.
I have intense urges.
Barges.
Brick stone and 38 feet tall.
Clean and future safe. -
Back on the street
I feel very cold. I hate a cold humid shiver. My breath falls and will fall on minty ground and March slows down and the laziness of months, can you go any faster?. I demand a heat. The agitation that I ask on the sun. Asshole. GO ( Read more... ) -
I am a right or a left.
I was dreaming this afternoon. Had one great nap. Its been a while. I don't nap well. My feet were tree tops. I walked and brushed everything. Leaves grew from my ears. Rabbits spilled from my mouth every single word. I was very fat too. And people hugged me. Thats all I really remember ... it all has been byproduct of a wonderful movie ... My ( Read more... ) -
Slap my nose I'm a slot machine baby.
Yes. Yay for cold for runny red noses and purse clinging hat ladies. O' and those merry knukle-headed tree troters plopping 1% forest to rest above the wraps. Wonderdazzled the tube, glowing, box speaking about the floats and the hair piece after hair piece flying away in the wind. AND my finger will tremble hanging at the northshore trying to ( Read more... ) -
Humble old swings.
My father started his day playing the guitar on the roof. I joined him when I woke up. Powdered smoke rings baffle the sky. We talked about how it would be better if Brazil was the USA. My father agrees that geting a car that runs on vegetable oil is a great idea ... he will help fund that for me. Cosmic death enjoyable etc. My father is a folk ( Read more... )
