it s them with their babyfeet hummingbirds and milky ways it s them horde your sea shells and blow out the big wick it s them it s them 2x no not your vitamins or pillow or monocle this one s just righteousness half full and logical mean well remote absolute and nowhere to go but onward and upward clasp crowns ground the heart let transmission commence hello goodbye dark 5x really i wonder is this all material this can t be heaven the light is so dull the first time i spoke must have been wonderful it doesn t look like an ice sculpture or does it if i really payed attention time would move faster and faster landscapes and states of nature would gallop and sink before me til all was still as an orchid one instant one rich white bursting orchid stood in channels and the rivers deep below beauty 3x grimace flee souls don t need shelter native well knowledge radiating through shone what s scared smell sight a swimming prism s gray core which one will erect a definition for sheer bliss and set its semblance sincere and object with pride down gently before a globe of judge and grudge in open forum i think no one hundreds of thousands of chattering silver faced monkeys screech and find them fascinating although nowhere to be found on the periphery of some generation huh i m not familiar with the term boiled to a crack happy now who ll be bird in hand i ve been mutilated trying teaching myself preference technique and acceptability it seems your son is of consumed boiled to a crack 2x what do you mean there s no oar all the rations sound the alarm there must be a stowaway a drip bore a crack and a trickle soon the hull gathered its body and they all drown to meet with a grin stick and handkerchief amid the flowering dust of the crossroads don t peter out on me now thrust your fist into the sunset texture within the footprints and an end atop the wind i feel leaflike something something to crawl on sunlit small a wren beneath the soil presence beyond walls art is everywhere i refuse to know where i wonder to know where art is everywhere i wander to know where art is everywhere i wander 2x next time i m bored the man s going down i ll stomp on anyone s brown bag and lunch when they re not looking it s not actually bad rap i just don t feel it there i said it it s them with their tree stumps cat litter and clay masks it s them finish your last thought and man the battle packs it s them it s them oh don t say help she s crying in her salve of scary monsters don t exist and blood and guts and little broken bits of love just don t say it all gather as the greatness in her glory days and softened lovely rays can t hold back and pour please don t she wails for help orants in pain pity the stick figures are bold proud faint fainter trapped on paper drawn to where babies come from we think can t figure out the gist of setting a precedent since shucks the sacrosanct and such has ran and hid inhibited shocked and implanted in limited prohibited it s them them it s all a game the fair and right has petered out production was always paramount and what have we done to deserve this why evolve of course fruit pickers learned to heard and now the butcher s got mechanical pencils just leave the children stab process preserve pack anything but the children tear portion chop self they spared no one we re giving selves to records for the tots and toddlers not to gorge our fantasies and super human fetishes if you give the strangers baby toys the entertainment and enjoyment they receive will read and write and return itself ten fold to watch your kids and clothe your loved ones in a crystal ball of faith renewed and fertile bed help someone page the god help is there a poet in the house help i m afraid we ll have to innovate help i can t bring her back to life alone and there between the timid yellow voice of my candle and the space in my little notebook she left this form and i saw her dust in the light s angles and heard you there young man my metamorphosis your efforts that s all natural just learn from virtues keep them perpetuate your fortune in both worlds give and give and give there s nothing wrong with gardens and in everyone s preserve truth is truth both perfect and realistic you know when energy is flowing smile teach yourself to write and let them by the album thanks for the help 