Some kind of creative genius factory may get my vote of massive support.

I am still seeking for the make a better world personal commitment prize of distinguishing prestigious honor.

On shady days

I escaped 

Nothing in the dark city

Anyways

Just a few stops along the

Way

It was a suckers journey

Yet morally

Principled?


The sound of ice forming

Maybe goat is happy

As if this

Was a very exciting time

Ads rotated with paint

Pink and thrilling!!!

Not the metropolis...

Coming down

Here on treasure island

If only greed was hunger

Or love was a lover

Coming down

It has to be

It has to be

My imagination

Cold has nothing precious

Though heartless ambitions

Ships for sale

An empty bay

Below the hill are cars

With fading lights

And celebrity stars

An empty bay

Dusky internet cafe's

Wheels turning.

Still the one!

Galaxies apart

They were instantly breakfast

Eat that sandwich

I hope to leave that mouth

Sunset in the Caribbean

So what is eating you

Mustard mustard

Wear your head

Where your heart is

Dont be dreams of sand

Your hands clenching

Would you like a rubber band

Summertime in the city

Wear your teeth nicely.