I must have a jewel in my hand, something I have, but forgot about, and I am with the band, yet there is nothing but warped sunshine, your car is no ordinary car, so I go underneath like a cat, I like the sound of motors, I really do, I think I could run faster than a race car, I don't know why I ran so hard.

Now she rules Santa Clara!

Two worlds, one fake, one real.

Healthy,, wealthy and wise, plus great abs.

Death gets no reruns, but stones, as like bones, lifeless solid, souless, never to live, as dust, or molocules rise and fall, we all go, yet this world shall not.

Do that work, destroy, destroy..

It is the aim to win, perhaps that is not so violent, what of the future children, say we teach them of the blood of eons, shall stop for a reason, the gun, the sword, the get even, when the blood is close to home, the world seeks peacefull solutions, plus a bullet is so easy, a dumb shmuck couild do it.

Things improve, so so good.

Our hospitals can be freaky.

Never mess with a poet.