im alive im sleeping on a roof right now in my dream i stand in my dreams i spend most of my time thinking sane beauty ***** cut fade angels pray driving home my path is perfect swallow loose bolts weighed down by crosses my crutches shifting getting sweaty sweet odor barely born waiting strong gaps end a big gun going crushed by lead fresh loving numbed tried tight bitter falls spent falling gaze constantly mistakes eventually perfection is nostalgia a mad scene with important colors darker cool shades of summer routine a small orange think its called a tangerine you melted trying to understand me puppets control the telescoping cathedral glass we are wooden i am holy benedict existence overrun you'll try a new direction holy benedict patron 12 minutes 11 moments
walking frigid down the crest of a wave kept spinning deeply free i am green and red and yellow holding hands with elves on daytime trowels on shoals of sandy beaches creaking creeping deathly towards peaches hidden meaning in my mind help me say peace and green lively words heavens receipt he owes you a lot more than his life eternal sin wrapped in a rapture unfurling you kept passing saturn underneath the no and yes david started to say before you cut him off safe bridges cross memories corner painted a house insane colors too bright for morning eyes or evening skies tomorrow is mist their heads are held on tightly by glues brought in by alien exporter importers in the late early century of passing grace passing tightly daily ladies keep spinning ten fer a dollar filled to the brim fix the wide hook looked deeper for a picture of my childhood reflected on my sneakers floatng in argyle lake stuck in the slots of a bridge passing sleeping tv