Stupidario
Yellow aquamarine trashcans on an orange strawberry plane with catsup and bushes and banana-creme eyeballs in a really BIG icetray in the middle of space with everyone looking at a non-dairy cow in a field of hollycorn no one sees the star in Heaven that glows on Mars with cookie jars on a popcorn dish with giant purple leaves and pink gravel and a microwave with nothing but whipped cream and cherries and Gummi Bears. If no one wants to they don't have to see the great Titan blue man in Zoom Land on a cloud in America. They don't understand how my brain is a tide of ocean weeds and pipes with no backwash or peppers. In a red room on a craft headed for Utah with 18 million blue-grey-eyed monsters from Laparza you can understand how I feel. I want out. I want to just sink into the abyss of neverending love. NO NO NO! Orange lights gleaming in an icecube skating on the horizon in an octagon of Barbies. Oh, how I long for it...BARBIES!
**This stream of consciousness writing was done by a friend of mine named Liz Cheney in 1991. It was done while she was on LSD for the first time. I was given permission to turn it into a song as long as she gets credit for the lyrics. Someday I hope to do that. I haven't seen Liz for many years, and I hope that she is well. Maybe we will meet again...
**This stream of consciousness writing was done by a friend of mine named Liz Cheney in 1991. It was done while she was on LSD for the first time. I was given permission to turn it into a song as long as she gets credit for the lyrics. Someday I hope to do that. I haven't seen Liz for many years, and I hope that she is well. Maybe we will meet again...