I see light in the distance
Yo-yo's aren't just for kids, especially the light up ones! Light up, remember LA Gear, with their shoes that blinked everytime you touched the ground. As a kid I couldn't get enough of it, I stomped the shit out of nothing just to see the red lights flash.
Driving down the straight endless road, watching the miles gather into a pot until they finally burst. The water is boiling, put some more oil in it. The clouds express themselves in their own individual shape and size, spelling out love occasionally. Roll down the window, quick, take the picture. Flash as the lightning glimmers in the distance. Ascending up and up and up until you are above the clouds, soaring with a sore arm. You pass through the blankets of puffy heaven. A storm ahead, alongside, next to us, on our right. Complete darkness throughout the infinite expanse until CRACK, you are shaken with a bolt of electricity. The twinkling little stars are no longer stars but giant twinkies with little green feet. Blink to check your vision, hoping it would rattle your mind just enough to wake up from the madness. Bongos are beginning to play in the background as the bongs are bubbling away sanity. Are you naked? No, it's just this new jumpsuit I got that's nude color. Nude color. Copyright it now and send it to the shelves. THE TURTLE IS TOO BIG, he's going to eat me. Feel as your feet and hands grow with numbness, spreading like a disease throughout your body all the way to your eyelids. Time to sit and ponder life.
Why aren't there any movies out there involving the fear of cockroaches? We have spiders, anacondas, pirhanas, crocodiles, sharks, bears, lions, et cetera, yet where are the fucking cockroaches? There should be huge cockroaches, roaming the planet during nuclear winter. And then they'll eat all of the people alive! Call the doctor, somebody stop me.
Driving down the straight endless road, watching the miles gather into a pot until they finally burst. The water is boiling, put some more oil in it. The clouds express themselves in their own individual shape and size, spelling out love occasionally. Roll down the window, quick, take the picture. Flash as the lightning glimmers in the distance. Ascending up and up and up until you are above the clouds, soaring with a sore arm. You pass through the blankets of puffy heaven. A storm ahead, alongside, next to us, on our right. Complete darkness throughout the infinite expanse until CRACK, you are shaken with a bolt of electricity. The twinkling little stars are no longer stars but giant twinkies with little green feet. Blink to check your vision, hoping it would rattle your mind just enough to wake up from the madness. Bongos are beginning to play in the background as the bongs are bubbling away sanity. Are you naked? No, it's just this new jumpsuit I got that's nude color. Nude color. Copyright it now and send it to the shelves. THE TURTLE IS TOO BIG, he's going to eat me. Feel as your feet and hands grow with numbness, spreading like a disease throughout your body all the way to your eyelids. Time to sit and ponder life.
Why aren't there any movies out there involving the fear of cockroaches? We have spiders, anacondas, pirhanas, crocodiles, sharks, bears, lions, et cetera, yet where are the fucking cockroaches? There should be huge cockroaches, roaming the planet during nuclear winter. And then they'll eat all of the people alive! Call the doctor, somebody stop me.