So Bush's Gates is going to close "Guantanamo Bay;" for some reason the pretentious "news" made me vomit shake my fists and bare my fangs: I don't mean to fixate or have fits
Thousands of happy colors mingle: reds, purples, pinks and many more there are fresh sandwiches, gourmet cheeses, all sorts of magazines and cards oranges, star-fruits, figs and dates
Wretched - (my muscles aching and tense my stomach queasy from last night's excess my psyche caught on a barb-wire fence) I waited for easy sustenance The bell rang:
Standing in a damp, unlit field back to the road I fire you up: tonight, it's special just feels right, cool ya know Guess I was reeling from the alienage
By the glow of a blue moon suck at this Macanudo as I shoot the winter wind with a genial, inspiring buddy whose bizzare depths I far from know Get too dizzy as I very rarely smoke,
