a park on a sunny day a beach with swimsuit in hand nowhere to be and nowhere to go so we find the crux the linchpin in the system, unplugged from the strip unreadable, unreachable, unattainable and simple for the sake of the insanity living inside you can have this ticket to the show its a scalped one anyways forever and ever once upon a time, there was a place that i had to be decided to not show up and still the heart ticks ticks ticks, ticking along the tock not the drop or a fall. skeet shooting clay gnomes PULL!!! BANG!!! gun noises and violence, freight for shipping charges amassed is the wealth midas golden touch but more can be held in these shaking hands like a quake from below the foundation is cracked its all a metaphor, its all a metaphor something thats said that means another a meteor or a comment? which is streaking your brain a symbiotic gesture to help coincide but you cant push off this genocide too many deaths of a bachelor and not enough new clothes pop punk devils may sin, but the sons of bitches are here to WIN!!! yeah....!!!!.... WE ARE HERE TO STAY..!!!..!!! permanent not just permeating we strike to the core kitty thats giving a frightful roar! too many stumbles to the dawn rumbled with the drunk-ness ad hoc tv hugging cacti to stay upright damn how it hurts, cant afford to topple now so close to the end a taste i remember haven't eaten in so fucking long
