Slipshod shoestring rope, tied off way too high. Fuck man, I’d like to hear that story again, but this headache, you know?
Don’t puzzle me with temptations, screws got loose okay and I don’t want that medication. Plugged into a magnet machine which vivisected my skull peace with radio style pulsations. Dude says they’re gonna have a topographical map of that gray matter.
They can change the tones to show puddles of blood, goop, or whatever submerging force sketched them wrinkly hills if they want.
Today it’s about hemorrhaging. Poor baby has that capillary blown man, shit looks rough. Doctor, where are thou doctor?
Show on the road, shit, last time that didn’t go far. Van life it then, lets live like homeless rockstars.
Yeah, let’s do that.
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