-
i did, i built the foundation-
BUT, i di-i didnt know-oh if id only knew!!!
too late, it has been done- now they keep adding bars, bars of all scenes of degenerate lyfestyles
bamboo bars shaved down with pointed ends
stainless sinless steel with shiny unrusted bars
solid termite-encrusted oak bars with clear new varnish
courderouy concrete brown bars with cords that run all the way home
and they are closing in my freeflying soul and what am i supposed to do?
just sit back and take it?
but i am not that kind, i have a soul i am a man-
i can think and act and talk and perform and remove and describe and fuck and remain and deliberate-i know who i am
i am the spring to your fall, i am the sun to your moon i am the codeine to your aderal i am the thom to your everyone else....geeez and now where the hell am i going?
------------------
-
I really like the last paragraph...it's a list...like a grocery list....but in a very poetic sense....(you know, I was actually thinking 'bout doing that...but hey) but it is really nice...man, what visions! you are my thom to everyone else! har har !
------------------
