To hide yourself..

Get on out of hell

To a magic land

Where people exist

But rarely are

Hiding out from the fair

Where the madmen are

Those motherfuckers

Yea I get pissed off

But up here

They get lost

I'm gone.

I like to think of black holes as movie projectors!

There was a moldy grave that had opened and a casket..glowing green it was..something wax missing..leaves cracked and there he was..ready! As if he knew you!

So many sailors..

And dreams of forgetting

In a deep sea of aquamarine

With enough razors

And balls of steel

They are here

Fuck you!

I know deep down some people are having questions about me..

I am not sure I can do that.

What ever happened to Mistress Lips Nelson?

She has been up to something!

Breaks at the coffee Machine on the icy street, grabs a mint, falls on the cement, big eyes on strangers, police with tazers, city lights.

There's one rule in school! You got to be square!

Now what?

It is at least a bit interesting

so are strange fruit and apples and it looks just fine

but this is vacation time, erhaps to join the dance

And surf the trance cars and cabs

Idiots come around the bend

Just pretend and grab

Not not not!

Maybe we can do better?

Funny is not in fashion like something composed of Velveeta pudding for your love all encompassing sharp teeth!