illa cantat; nos tacemus; quando ver venit meum?
I bristle with blueness
Chewing on the bone of contention
I believe, I believe capital things will happen
Today when the lurid sun was shining
I felt at peace for a moment
Staring at the birds in the pink sky
I smoked on my cigarette, broken inside
Broken like a chain of daisies from one\'s summer childhood
I traverse athwart like lightening and thunder
In the night, diamond bright
I remember my violent father
Fondly
But he was a damn cunt like the junta
Or a sore loser with a megaphone
You can\'t tame a psycho
If I\'m being frank, I usually evade the truth
Being diligent
I\'ve got nothing better to do
Reality is going straight to my brain
I\'m holding onto things I can\'t let go
Wishing I could turn back time
In a precarious position
Drinking cherry soda, I have no game plan
I have my reason, I have my reason
I have my reason
On gilt Bristol, speaking out loud
I\'m solemn, wearing eyes like a shroud
Like a 96 impala, aimless in Tampa
Learning from my mistakes
My thoughts are like crashing waves
Hungry for the juicy taste of peaches
I swear there\'s a dog barking in my head
It\'s a renaissance in abstractness
I\'m a proverbial tornado
Unpredictable but an angel
Hexed in a canyon, not trying hard enough
Coffee hour is over, I\'m going back to work
I\'ve thrown out the surplus.