white, white, white, white, white,… now the word sounds nice and weird… nice and weird and white. white weird. white is weird and people like whi…

Lucid visions of beetles twirling below my bed and all the while the beetles just dance and romance.

who am I? who am I supposed to be? who am I supposed to meet? who am I? huddled in a shopping cart

Reflection taxation. My soul will not last along the burning bushes from my precocious past. We’ll travel far and sew

I am unknown alone I sit on a watchtower for I am a wallflower and I let go

I saw the vee tree amongst blueberry skies. I don’t care how I die. Listen while I tell you because I have a lot to say

I find it strange that after all this change everything is the same. Disarm your firearms and in the bewildered estrangement…