or maybe its because im buzzed or maybe its because im stoned no. its the sleep-deprivation or. that pizza was fuckin good. the air isnt good unless its tainted purple. floyd makes my legs itchy and my eyes throb-blood is pounding through my sight, forget the challenge of blinking. i give up on blinking 'thats when they get you' my eyes a. i was crying but oh im fine. this tunnel gel will suffice. the bus almost hit my elbow. the fush are in my way the jaw. my jaw. its bat country. forget that-get to the fucking golf shoes man tomorrow is the place to be drug induced -page break- oh my good god she kissed a boy my good frog there is no banana for you. what about your neck? theyre laughing at you the dust cloud is coming closer now its a wave in your weekend at bernies mansion light me up-wake me up. it isnt hard to follow i like these rookie-pros they are going in too hard too fast that rudolph -page break- kid doesn't he has no idea what hes talking about the last cowboy i saw was letting us examine his neck no his beck sings like there is no tomorrow i want a saxophone i miss - and - is dumb and thats why i love - -got a kiss for luck but it was folded in a cruel metaphor for future happenings too hard too fast i couldn't catch up with a horse and barrel
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