Confusion
I'm so tired. I just want to slink away. I'm sick of it all. I've got plenty of fodder for a bonfire...poddy foddy foo bar...
Touching base, touch great heights, touch anything you want, just wash your hands before touching me.
... Trusting you to oust the booglies..Is that such a good idea?
A yellow oil slick in the road that Tin Man tripped on in his youth caused the future to be dented rusty, hazed over
with visions from poppy seeds... Red mountains majesty , pink smoke screen ... scotch bright, narrow trinket
The carcass has been picked over.
I'll go back into my cave, it's SAFE there. ...
Why is it that I so often can't find the right words? ...
Why is it always the same? The problems are always there ...
She had steam. Then she was picked on and it threw her off, Embarrassed she lost her train of thought
Disturbing...Very disturbing thoughts beyond the surface of my conscious frame
I start to feel like the rest of the riff-raff, raggle-taggle gang after being among them all day,
being treated like them.
Time for a show of hands
Even if your only motivation is to prove you can, let that flame kindle your fire.
Find peace .. I want all of my problems and chores to be taken care of by someone else ..
In the Golden Afternoon.
I'm toast. My mind is slow, I'm staring at the abyss and it looks so comforting.
My mind has been microwaved
along with the mome raths and the slithy toves.
When you're walking on a razor blade, life feels kind of sharp.
Must protect my heart from getting any more rips.
Until you stop being stressed out, just go without hesitation to the next step.
It's just paperwork, just tasks, they can't hurt you .. much.
Touching base, touch great heights, touch anything you want, just wash your hands before touching me.
... Trusting you to oust the booglies..Is that such a good idea?
A yellow oil slick in the road that Tin Man tripped on in his youth caused the future to be dented rusty, hazed over
with visions from poppy seeds... Red mountains majesty , pink smoke screen ... scotch bright, narrow trinket
The carcass has been picked over.
I'll go back into my cave, it's SAFE there. ...
Why is it that I so often can't find the right words? ...
Why is it always the same? The problems are always there ...
She had steam. Then she was picked on and it threw her off, Embarrassed she lost her train of thought
Disturbing...Very disturbing thoughts beyond the surface of my conscious frame
I start to feel like the rest of the riff-raff, raggle-taggle gang after being among them all day,
being treated like them.
Time for a show of hands
Even if your only motivation is to prove you can, let that flame kindle your fire.
Find peace .. I want all of my problems and chores to be taken care of by someone else ..
In the Golden Afternoon.
I'm toast. My mind is slow, I'm staring at the abyss and it looks so comforting.
My mind has been microwaved
along with the mome raths and the slithy toves.
When you're walking on a razor blade, life feels kind of sharp.
Must protect my heart from getting any more rips.
Until you stop being stressed out, just go without hesitation to the next step.
It's just paperwork, just tasks, they can't hurt you .. much.