blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm smothered in mud at the foot of the river the color vague is slapped around stupid blood dries to a very dull color i m drowning and there is no relief from it s only 12 000 miles to heaven but the car is broken and we re all well spoken i ve met three people but i don t think they like me and we all talk about the state of the weather i m drowning and there is no relief from and everything i say are my own thoughts don t listen to my very dull brother i m drowning and there is no relief from