I'm back home. by the stones, at one with mother nature the soul of the universe tribal drum beats and love primal haircuts flashlights and torch rays keep brushing over me
i'm sure i am unlike a piece of toast wavered with lusciousness and the sky was never blue whisps and flitters windy maybe i'm sure if i was butterfly's and calm stroking away
escapists... i dare you. the stakes are not the same indecisiveness i want you to try and touch my heart i never led anyone astray and yet the circus came with the pimps feeling whores
Pursed numbness. As i wretch for more. Pursed and closed, with an open mind, a breast for a score. My need for shakes, as rumbles go round. The glass and a stretch. A stretch and a line.
