get on the train! (of thought)
ahhh.. i need more samples.. moremoremore and more.. give me all yo zamples smapples sapples mappels!!
and apples!
i get lost in the light, i've never sought such a sight, but i ought to least try
if i could fly like a bird, if i could die like a word, spoken with a breath, wings broken, waht the heck, should i expect to come of this, nothing, so i make fun of this, but my hearts still pumping, so im not done with this,
its so easy to relax and rest when i cant imagine a test that would reflect the image under my chest, but this is such a mess that it seems less likely to be the right way for me to believe what i can achieve but i can believe that possibly inter-vein-atary exploration is posibbly scary or silly to be so very weary of the weight of blood i must carry to be nearly alive, alright, im not dead yet, this viel of skin is still tight, i still cant tell why i must hold on to this fold im travellin upon, but i forgot to ask why i got here, and why i want there, do i really care, is probably why i stare up into the air at night, not quite aware of light, entering my eyeris, but still i fight it with rational lightning, but irrational sightings keep me from building towers, trying to ascend above showers of meteors, but the power is beneath the whole that i control, so i know i must show all my holes to myself, and without the help of mirrors, cuz abstract reflections are so much clearer, and i know what i must come nearer too in order to find the ear of who wil listen to what i spit into cages, i make quick interdimensional travel of language all the time, so strange it comes into my eyes and becomes thoughts in mind and then i redesign the best way i can find to and do whatever i can to remind you of how i line my feelings into routes that are stealing what these are really about, but how else to let out all this pain in my mouth, call this strange but im devout to the planes i've lain for me to travel upon and when i make it up on that soapbox i hope to knock all assumptions of what things are supposed to be cuz that is a reality i dont hold so close to me, cuz i hope to see, a way to climb out of ovaries with thyme and rosemary cuz im not opposed to being alive, but if i must survive then ill do it with love, not to say im above anyone else, but we all can have fun and help others do it to, so i do it through and through out these experiences i forget where i used to sit and use new views to split this schism science is trippin on into an infinite pond i can lay in and float on till the day begins and after dawn i awaken as a fawn, never knowing this forest i tread through until the chorus takes my head to the nearest cloud and i want to hear it loud so i allow it to flow in and out quick enough to grow fresh and what was imaginary becomes more than imagined and i bury myself each night so the dirt may carry me out of this shell and if you care to tell me why you care then please its healthy and thats why im here, to hell with being free, i wanna begin to be nothing cuz that feels like the only way i can really be something, or maybe im just jumping to conclusions so maybe i should just conclude things...
and apples!
i get lost in the light, i've never sought such a sight, but i ought to least try
if i could fly like a bird, if i could die like a word, spoken with a breath, wings broken, waht the heck, should i expect to come of this, nothing, so i make fun of this, but my hearts still pumping, so im not done with this,
its so easy to relax and rest when i cant imagine a test that would reflect the image under my chest, but this is such a mess that it seems less likely to be the right way for me to believe what i can achieve but i can believe that possibly inter-vein-atary exploration is posibbly scary or silly to be so very weary of the weight of blood i must carry to be nearly alive, alright, im not dead yet, this viel of skin is still tight, i still cant tell why i must hold on to this fold im travellin upon, but i forgot to ask why i got here, and why i want there, do i really care, is probably why i stare up into the air at night, not quite aware of light, entering my eyeris, but still i fight it with rational lightning, but irrational sightings keep me from building towers, trying to ascend above showers of meteors, but the power is beneath the whole that i control, so i know i must show all my holes to myself, and without the help of mirrors, cuz abstract reflections are so much clearer, and i know what i must come nearer too in order to find the ear of who wil listen to what i spit into cages, i make quick interdimensional travel of language all the time, so strange it comes into my eyes and becomes thoughts in mind and then i redesign the best way i can find to and do whatever i can to remind you of how i line my feelings into routes that are stealing what these are really about, but how else to let out all this pain in my mouth, call this strange but im devout to the planes i've lain for me to travel upon and when i make it up on that soapbox i hope to knock all assumptions of what things are supposed to be cuz that is a reality i dont hold so close to me, cuz i hope to see, a way to climb out of ovaries with thyme and rosemary cuz im not opposed to being alive, but if i must survive then ill do it with love, not to say im above anyone else, but we all can have fun and help others do it to, so i do it through and through out these experiences i forget where i used to sit and use new views to split this schism science is trippin on into an infinite pond i can lay in and float on till the day begins and after dawn i awaken as a fawn, never knowing this forest i tread through until the chorus takes my head to the nearest cloud and i want to hear it loud so i allow it to flow in and out quick enough to grow fresh and what was imaginary becomes more than imagined and i bury myself each night so the dirt may carry me out of this shell and if you care to tell me why you care then please its healthy and thats why im here, to hell with being free, i wanna begin to be nothing cuz that feels like the only way i can really be something, or maybe im just jumping to conclusions so maybe i should just conclude things...