I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit, clattering the yesterday ain’t shed a tear since. Earth to AR vertical burden has increased at an alarming rate, bliss is down a point, murder up, glee down and still falling, still crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays, came this blind soldier-burning confessional. Let a sucker drift, I lift up every stone prone to find.

Busting accidental dirt bike donuts, outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo, dead before the chubby debutante conquered the high note, schooled by the cruel intention inventions pensive sideshow.

Ok, I lay me down to sleep, creepin’ a slumber under red skies.